Creepy Factory

[Lamaas]

I found myself down in my basement. It was darker and spookier than normal. There was a palatable feeling of dread that hung thick in the air. I walked up the stairs that lead to the kitchen, however, I instead found myself within some sort of abandoned factory. The floor and walls were concrete -- the ceiling was lined with rusty pipes and florescent lights. There were also metal crates located throughout the area. There were men and women wandering around this factory, with their heads directed downward at their feet. They seemed depressed and full of melancholy for some reason. They would periodically look up at me, but for the most part they completely ignored my presence. There was suddenly a disembodied voice (friendly yet stern) that stated, "you do not want to go in there." Of course, I stupidly ignored the voice and proceeded further inside. For some reason, I decided that it was necessary for me to explore this place. I eventually found myself standing in front of a doorway that led into a very large room. This room was absolutely pitch-black except for a single fluorescent light mounted on the ceiling. I was nearly overcome with dread, for I felt as if I were starring into the depths of the abyss. I immediately turned around to leave, coming face-to-face with a man who had somehow snuck up on me. He seemed relatively normal in comparison with the other folks who were wandering around this factory -- there was no sadness in his eyes. As I opened my mouth to ask him who he was, he sprung toward me, wrapping his hands around my throat, a look of pure rage on his face. I woke up, gasping for air...