Un libro al azar/A random book

The old Basement (i'm in your walls)

In a quiet neighborhood, there was an old house with a secret buried deep within its walls. Nobody knew the truth about the basement—that is, until a group of curious teenagers decided to explore it one fateful night.

As they descended the creaky stairs into the darkness, a chill ran down their spines, and the air grew thick with the scent of decay. Cobwebs clung to the ceiling like ghostly veils, and the sound of dripping water echoed through the musty corridors.

But it wasn't until they stumbled upon a hidden room that their terror truly began. In the center of the room, there was a circle of candles, their flickering flames casting eerie shadows on the walls. And in the center of the circle, there was a crude altar, adorned with strange symbols and dried blood.

As the teenagers recoiled in horror, a low growl rumbled through the darkness, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a creature unlike anything they had ever seen—a twisted amalgamation of flesh and bone, with empty eyes that gleamed with malice.

With a guttural roar, the creature lunged forward, its claws slashing through the air. The teenagers screamed in terror as they ran for their lives, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls.

But no matter how fast they ran, the creature was always one step behind, its monstrous form twisting and contorting as it pursued them through the labyrinthine corridors of the basement.

Finally, with nowhere left to run, the teenagers found themselves cornered in a dead-end corridor. As the creature closed in, its jaws dripping with saliva, they huddled together in terror, their screams drowned out by the deafening roar of the beast.

And then, just as all hope seemed lost, the first rays of dawn pierced through the darkness, bathing the basement in a warm golden light. With a final snarl, the creature vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a trail of destruction and despair.

As the teenagers emerged from the basement, shaken but alive, they knew that they would never forget the horrors they had witnessed that night. And as they walked away from the old house, they whispered a silent prayer of thanks for their narrow escape from the darkness that lurked within.