Story 73: The Red Room

The dim glow of the red light bathed the room in an eerie, almost suffocating hue. Shadows danced along the damp walls, flickering like ghosts in the hazy darkness. A heavy scent of decay mingled with the sharp tang of iron, assaulting the senses and making it difficult to breathe.

In the center of the room, pressed against the cold, wet glass, was a woman. Her eyes were wide with terror, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could feel the oppressive heat of the red light burning into her skin, making her feel as if she were trapped in a living hell.

A sinister figure loomed behind her, his face obscured by the shadows. His hands were wrapped tightly around her throat, his grip unyielding and cruel. She tried to scream, but only a strangled whimper escaped her lips, lost in the suffocating darkness.

He whispered into her ear, his voice a low, chilling murmur that sent shivers down her spine. "You shouldn't have come here," he hissed. "This is where nightmares are born."