Facing The Blood Demon Again 2
"Come on out, Cuban! I know its you. I could smell your stink from a mile away."
The atmosphere within the facility turned thick with tension as Lenny's challenge reverberated through the empty spaces.
For a moment, silence reigned, as if the very walls were holding their breath in anticipation.
Then, cutting through the stillness, a low chuckle began to spread, its brazen tone filled with confidence and malice. It was a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, enveloping Lenny and the others in an auditory shroud of impending doom.
As the chuckle faded, an eerie transformation overtook the environment. The ground beneath Lenny's feet began to dampen, not with water, but with blood.
This sanguine fluid seeped from the crevices in the walls and dribbled from the ceiling, a macabre downpour that defied the natural order.