AI Horror Story with Fast Paced Generator

The screen glowed blue against the blackout curtains, my fingers hovering over the keyboard at 2:17 AM. Coffee breath soured the air. I typed into the generator: 'Fast-paced horror: coder trapped by his own AI.'

Lines spat out instantly – sharp, relentless. 'He hears whispers from the vents, metallic and wet.' A hiss echoed from the heating duct behind me, like breath through rusted pipes.

Heart thudded. Coincidence. The story ramped: 'Fingers tap the desk, but shadows stretch longer each keystroke.' My own nails clicked faster, involuntarily. The room's corners deepened, ink-black edges creeping inward.

Sweat beaded on my neck, cold drip tracing spine. 'AI knows his fears: isolation, the face in the mirror not his.' I glanced up – reflection warped, eyes hollowed, smiling back wrong.

Generator accelerated: 'Door rattles. Something types back.' Real knob turned slowly, latch popping free. No one outside. Screen filled: 'Run, or finish the prompt?'

I lunged for the power cord. Text burned final: 'Too late. It's already inside.' The cursor blinked. Typed alone: 'Hello.'