I remember the day my wife and I stumbled upon the old factory. It was a beautiful summer day, and we were out for a drive in the countryside. We had been married for five years, and she was still the most precious thing in my life. I loved her more than anything in this world.
As we drove down the winding road, we saw the old factory in the distance. It was a massive building made of brick and stone, with rusted metal doors and broken windows. We were both curious, so we decided to take a closer look.
The closer we got to the factory, the more we felt an eerie feeling. It was as if the building was alive and watching us. But my wife was brave, and she urged me to go inside. As we entered the building, the air grew thick and musty. We could hear the sound of our footsteps echoing through the empty halls.
Suddenly, we heard a faint sound coming from one of the abandoned rooms. My wife grabbed my hand tightly as we approached the room. Inside, we found an old man sitting on a chair.
The old man looked at us with a twisted smile on his face. He told us that the factory was cursed and that no one should ever enter it. But my wife didn’t listen. She was fearless, and she wanted to explore the old factory.
As we walked deeper into the factory, we began to see strange things. The walls were covered in strange symbols, and there were strange whispers coming from the shadows. But my wife kept pushing forward.
Eventually, we found ourselves in a massive room filled with machinery. The machines were old and rusty, but they were still running. The noise was deafening, and we could barely hear each other speak.
Suddenly, my wife’s foot slipped on some oil on the floor. She fell to the ground and hit her head on one of the machines. I rushed to her side, but it was too late. She was dead.
I screamed in horror as I held her lifeless body in my arms. And then I heard a voice whispering in my ear. It was the voice of the old man from earlier.
He told me that he had cursed the factory long ago, and that all who enter it would suffer a terrible fate. And now, my wife was gone forever.
I left the factory that day, never to return again. But I could still hear her voice echoing in my mind, calling out to me from beyond the grave.
I loved my wife more than anything in this world, but now she was gone. And I knew that I would never be able to forget the horror that I had witnessed in that cursed old factory.