Скачать или смотреть I Inherited My Grandfather's ISOLATED House. He Left Something Chained In The Cellar.

I inherited a house from the grandfather I never knew. My mom cut ties with him before I was born, saying only that it was "bad blood". She wasn't wrong. The house wasn't just old; it looked primeval, warped by time and neglect. It didn't look abandoned; it looked... waiting. And it wasn't empty.
I arrived at the gothic nightmare on Black Creek Road, deep in the silent woods. The air was damp and smelled strangely metallic, like old pennies or dried blood. Inside was a museum of neglect, from the dining room table still set with dusty plates to a horrifying pantry filled with jars of unidentifiable, murky substances. In my grandfather's bedroom, I found his journal. It was filled with cryptic entries about "the watchers," "offerings," and "necessary sacrifices".
Then I heard it. A scratching in the attic. And a low, guttural groan from downstairs. I wasn't alone. I hid as a tall, impossibly thin, ragged figure shuffled up the stairs. It stopped right outside my hiding spot, its breathing ragged and wet. It whispered one word: "Hungry..."
Following the metallic smell, I found a hidden cellar. Chained in the corner was a man, emaciated, skeletal, his legs crudely severed from the knees down. He knew my mother's name and confirmed my grandfather, Elias, had been feeding the shuffling "watcher". But that wasn't the only horror.
A new sound began: violent pounding from a boarded-up closet. The voice screaming from inside was identical to the chained man's in the cellar! How could he be in two places at once? I ran for the front door, but something grabbed my ankle. I looked back and saw the Watcher in the doorway, but emerging from the splintered closet was a new creature: a nightmare reflection of the prisoner, with burning red eyes and a grin full of needle-sharp teeth.
I fled down the road, but they hunted me. The Watcher dropped from the trees in front of me, blocking my path. "The woods demand their due," it rasped. "You cannot leave." The red-eyed creature approached from behind. Trapped, I plunged into the woods, finding a creek that led to a dark cave. Inside, the red-eyed creature cornered me, but a strange "barrier" of glowing symbols appeared on the wall. It was a portal. I dove through.
I landed in a high-tech, metallic corridor. It led to a vast chamber with a swirling energy orb. A new being was there, tall, with glowing blue eyes and a synthesized voice. It called this place "Junction 47" and identified my grandfather's journal as stolen. It tried to "contain" me. I triggered an overload and fled down another corridor as the junction collapsed. This new path flooded with icy water, pulling me toward a dark, circular void as the blue-eyed thing splashed into the water behind me, still in pursuit.
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