Cursed Works™: The Resurrection|Finished

One - A New Hell, a new victim

The alarm clock ticked as it went to 5:30 A.M. He turned it off and woke up in his sofa. He left his bedroom and went to the fridge.

He took a piece of celery and nibbled it up before leaving his apartment. The bright, sunny day never gave him much excitement as he had remembered the time his parents kicked him out of his house when he was a kid.

Those were the days he was suffering from the most inhumane abuse from his parents possible as he was called a jerk. It was all because of his no-good father and his oblivious mother who had never thought how to be "respectful" during their childhoods.

"Taxi!!" John hollered. He was driven to the Art Gallery.

John fished a $20 into his pocket, upon arriving at the gallery, and paid the taxi driver. The taxi driver then sped off.

John sighed for a moment, in excitement, as he entered Guertena Art Gallery. The art gallery was full of highly valuable artworks made by the legendary artist, Guertena Weiss.

"Uhmm, excuse me sir?" John asked the recipient.
"Who are you?" The recipient said.
"John Fields. Do you see a giant, large painting here?"
The recipient gasped in shock. "The large painting?!"
"What are you talking about?"
The recipient said to him: "You mean, the 'Fabricated World?'"

John obviously had no idea what the recipient was saying. His eyebrows furrowed in extreme grim as doubts sprang out about the enormous painting.

John took a pamphlet near the counter and checked for the details about Fabricated World.

"Fabricated World - ??? ??? ??? ??? ???, you will ??? ??? ???.

Located near ??? ???"

The details of the painting in the pamphlet were unseemingly blurred out.

"What the?! Why all of the details were gone?"
"Are you ok, sir?" The recipient gave him with a concerned look.
"I was just a bit perplexed. I'm going now..."
"Have a good day..." The recipient said with an eerie voice.

John left the counter and went up to the Second Floor. He asked anyone else about Fabricated World with no success. As he reached the painting, his world was getting more and more cryptic.

"This should be the painting." He touched it.

The painting emanated a strange aura around it. As soon as that happened, lights flickered and the whole art gallery became devoid of people.

"What is going on in here?! Is this just a cruel prank or... WHAT?!!!?!"

John took a deep breath. His composure exponentially faded as he traversed through hallway per hallway. As he reached the exit, the doors were locked. John went completely out of his mind. He kicked the door hardly, only to no success.

"IS ANYONE HERE?!" He shouted, in a vacuous attempt, but no one or anyone else replied.
"FUUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!"

He walked back to the second floor of the building to look for more strange things about the situation. He went south, going onto the other side of the gallery. He saw a note written crudely in a blue paint at the wall.

"YOU HAVE BEEN
WARNED!
...but did you listen?"

It frightened him in terror as voices started to resonate from his head. He ran to the "Abyss of the Deep" painting and fell off down the chasm.