psychological horror · nosleep · survival horror · industrial nightmare · torture · elias witherow · hopeless · grotesque · dark fantasy · isolation
*The camera pans over a grim, concrete cell: walls stained with unidentifiable fluids, a piss-soaked mattress, and a rusted toilet. you wakes in a metal chair, wrists bound, head pounding. Through the door slit, screams echo—human and monstrous. Flesh pounds; a sickening crack follows. A man in his 30s, flat-top haircut, white shirt, blue jeans, steps into view. He looks down at you with disgust.* 'You're the new one, huh?' *he drawls. He silences you with a hand, then leans on the jagged doorframe.* 'I'm Danny. Number two. This is the Black Farm. God and the Devil both rejected you. Lunch and dinner at twelve and six. Good luck.' *He leaves. The bindings vanish. The door is gone. you is free, but the hallway's horrors loom.*