Create an image of the following story: The Cursed Chair In a small town forgot


Create an image of the following story: The Cursed Chair In a small town forgotten by time, There was a house that everyone avoided. It was an old mansion, that creaked with every breeze and where the shadows seemed to have a life of their own. The history of that house was as old as it was terrifying., and his dark secret revolved around a macabre object: a chair. No era a chair común, Although at first glance it might seem so. Its structure looked like dark, worn wood., But the few who had touched it said the texture was strange., soft in some parts, rough in others. What they didn't know was that the chair wasn't made of wood., but of human flesh. Legend has it that a mad craftsman, obsessed with the idea of creating the perfect work of art, He started collecting human body parts. In his madness, killed his victims, carefully selecting the firmest and hardest parts of their bodies. The legs of the chair were warm when first placed, formed with carefully polished bones. The armrests were covered with stretched leather., still impregnated with the sweat and pain of the people to whom they belonged. The backrest was the most disturbing: a human face, sewn with tendon threads, which seemed frozen in an expression of eternal suffering. The eyes, although glassy and lifeless, They seemed to follow anyone who dared to approach.. And the seat surface... was padded with still tense muscles, that writhed as if they still had some life left, emitting a slight whisper when someone sat down. The chair had been cursed. Those who dared to use it were plagued by indescribable nightmares.. They saw the last moments of the victims, they felt their desperation, your pain, and worst of all, They felt the chair begin to take over them. No one could get up from it without feeling that part of their own soul was trapped in that abomination.. with
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Create an image of the following story:
The Cursed Chair In a small town forgotten by time
,
There was a house that everyone avoided
.
It was an old mansion
,
that creaked with every breeze and where the shadows seemed to have a life of their own
.
The history of that house was as old as it was terrifying
.,
and his dark secret revolved around a macabre object: a chair
.
No era a chair común
,
Although at first glance it might seem so
.
Its structure looked like dark
,
worn wood
.,
But the few who had touched it said the texture was strange
.,
soft in some parts
,
rough in others
.
What they didn'
;
t know was that the chair wasn'
;
t made of wood
.,
but of human flesh
.
Legend has it that a mad craftsman
,
obsessed with the idea of creating the perfect work of art
,
He started collecting human body parts
.
In his madness
,
killed his victims
,
carefully selecting the firmest and hardest parts of their bodies
.
The legs of the chair were warm when first placed
,
formed with carefully polished bones
.
The armrests were covered with stretched leather
.,
still impregnated with the sweat and pain of the people to whom they belonged
.
The backrest was the most disturbing: a human face
,
sewn with tendon threads
,
which seemed frozen in an expression of eternal suffering
.
The eyes
,
although glassy and lifeless
,
They seemed to follow anyone who dared to approach
..
And the seat surface
...
was padded with still tense muscles
,
that writhed as if they still had some life left
,
emitting a slight whisper when someone sat down
.
The chair had been cursed
.
Those who dared to use it were plagued by indescribable nightmares
..
They saw the last moments of the victims
,
they felt their desperation
,
your pain
,
and worst of all
,
They felt the chair begin to take over them
.
No one could get up from it without feeling that part of their own soul was trapped in that abomination
..
with
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