About the hypnotizing blades of a fan.

The Blades of Terror He stared at the electric fan, his eyes not wavering once as he deliberately examined the blades. Everything appeared fine. Greyish and translucent blades that seemed contented to be caged in. Yet, he knew something was not right. He could feel it. He could sense that malevolent influence coming from the electric fan. From the blades. The very source that caused his Auntie Jane to lose her fingers. And now, it …

…his feet, swaying back and forth unstably as he edged forward, shuffling. He heard a click sound, and the wind blasted his hair as he continued moving towards it. Around him, everything turned black and a spot of light appeared. A light that came out across as tranquil and full of warmth. He felt a longing to touch it, to raise up his hand to caress the light. And he did. Martin howled in pain.