I shudder as I write this, for it is a tale of terror. One that has haunted me ever since that fateful night.
It began with a simple curiosity; I had heard tales of a mad scientist who lived just outside town. My broken arm had started to heal, and so I decided to take a walk and investigate the rumors.
As I approached the scientist’s home, I noticed an eerie silence. The windows were all shuttered and the door was firmly locked. I knocked several times, but no one answered.
Just as I was about to turn away, I heard a noise coming from inside. It sounded like something being dragged across the floor. I peered through the window, and what I saw chilled me to the bone.
The mad scientist was dragging a broken corpse across the floor! He was muttering something about how his experiments had gone wrong and he needed to “fix” them.
I quickly ran away, but the image of that broken body haunted me for weeks. I never went back to investigate, but I could not shake the feeling of dread that had come over me.
One night, I awoke to find myself in the scientist’s laboratory. He was standing over me, laughing maniacally as he injected something into my arm. The pain was unbearable, but eventually it faded away and I blacked out.
When I awoke, my arm was healed and I could move it freely again. But something else had changed; I had developed an unnatural strength in my arm. I soon realized that the mad scientist had given me some sort of supernatural power.
I tried to leave the laboratory, but no matter how hard I tried, the door would not open. It seemed as if something was holding me captive.
The mad scientist laughed maniacally as he told me that he had used my body as a test subject for his experiments. He said he wanted to create a race of super-strong humans, and that I was his first successful “creation”.
I struggled with all my might, but it was no use. The mad scientist had succeeded in trapping me in his laboratory forever.