Trevor stood before the massive, rusted gate of the old toy factory. The wind howled, sending dry leaves skittering across the ground, while a sinister creak echoed from the loose metal beams high above. His friends watched from a distance, laughing and taunting him. He couldn't back out now. A bet was a bet.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed against the gate with all his strength. It groaned open with an ear-piercing screech, revealing a dark entrance corridor. The smell of dust and rust filled his nostrils as he took his first step inside.
The factory’s vast warehouses stretched endlessly. Cobweb-covered machinery sat silently, as if untouched for years. Wide-eyed dolls lay scattered on the floor, some with frozen smiles and cracked faces. There was an eerie feeling in the air, as if the toys were still watching him.
Then, a sound echoed from deep within the warehouse.
Trevor froze.
It was a faint noise—plastic scraping against the floor—followed by an almost imperceptible whisper. His hands turned clammy, his heart pounding in his chest. He slowly turned his head, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.
A dim light flickered in one of the corridors.
Someone—or something—was still there.