I can’t take it anymore. The deadlines, the criticism, the pressure to create something new and groundbreaking. It’s suffocating me. I thought becoming an artist would be my salvation, my escape from the mundane world. But now, it’s become my nightmare.
I remember the day I stumbled upon the old abandoned warehouse. It was a decrepit building covered in graffiti and rusted metal. But something about it called out to me. And so, I decided to turn it into my studio.
At first, everything was perfect. The large open space gave me the freedom to create without any distractions. But then, strange things began to happen. I would hear faint whispers echoing through the halls. My paintings would be moved or vandalized overnight. And worst of all, I could feel a presence watching me from the shadows.
I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But then, I started to see things. Dark figures lurking in the corners of my eye. And every time I turned to face them, they would disappear.
It wasn’t until one late night that I realized the true horror of what was happening. I was working on a new piece when suddenly, the room went pitch black. I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck and heard a raspy voice whisper, “You will never leave.”
That’s when I saw her. A ghostly figure with long flowing hair and a paintbrush in her hand. She was the previous tenant of the warehouse, an artist who had gone mad and committed suicide within its walls.
From that moment on, I was no longer alone in my studio. Every brush stroke I made felt like it was being guided by her hand. Every painting had a life of its own, telling a story of tragedy and horror.
I tried to leave, to escape the nightmare that had become my life. But the spirits of the warehouse wouldn’t let me go. They kept me trapped inside, forced to create their twisted visions.
Now, as I sit here in my studio, surrounded by my haunted paintings, I know that I’ll never be free. The ghosts of the warehouse have claimed me as their own. And so, I continue to paint, hoping that one day, someone will hear my cries for help and release me from this hellish nightmare.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.
