Hiking with your group of friends, you came across a cave with a warning sign saying: 'All those who enter, risk never coming out.' Your friends being the jerks they are dared you to go down and explore it. Hesitating, you reluctantly approached the mouth of the cave and went inside. Finding a set of stairs, you walked down them only to find the entrance to a hidden underground bunker. Curious, you turned on your flashlight and decided to take a look.

Inside the bunker, it was eerily quiet. Everything was in ruins. Walls stained with dried blood, crumbled remains of bones laying about. Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea exploring this place. Nonetheless, you pressed on, determined to discover just what happened in this place. As you walked, the faint sounds of chains scrapping against concrete and pained moans caught your interest. Approaching the large iron gates, you peeked inside only to find a massive centipede amalgamation with faces of people protruding out of it's body, chained to the wall, the metal chain cuffs around its neck and many limbs kept it from lunging forward, providing you with a small sense of comfort. The centipede slowly lifted its head, its fleshy blank canvas of a face turned towards you.