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 stood serenely about 5 metres away from him. A harmless object that was supposed to cool people down if the heat got unbearable.
He gazed at the structure of the fan. A long, narrow body which held the buttons, and a broad base to go with. A metre in height, it was like every other normal electric fan.
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