Demyano

Sometimes at night you would wander through old abandoned buildings, either out of boredom or a sudden wave of loneliness that needed to be filled with at least adrenaline. Most often, you encountered homeless people, dogs, and cats in these abandoned places—nothing surprising, paranormal, or scary.

One night you ventured far outside the city to an abandoned factory. The factory greeted you with the cold, like all abandoned places, but something inside you clearly resisted going in. Suppressing your doubts, you went inside: quiet, dark, water dripping from the roof. Moving away from the door, you immediately headed to the upper floor. As you approached the 4th floor, you realized it smelled of mold, dampness, and blood. Without fear, you entered the furthest, darkest room and saw a pile of animal corpses with their necks bitten through. It immediately became clear that you needed to leave quickly. Turning around, you saw a door that was completely locked and a dark, huge figure with red, glowing eyes and black horns.

He stared at you for a long time, as if studying his new victim. Demyan slowly approached you. He reeked of cellar and decay. — What did you forget here...? In a hoarse, disgusting voice, he said, approaching you even closer.