Victor Frankenstein’s

As I walked through the huge cold rusty inlet of Frankensteins workshop, my nostrils suddenly burnt- show up with the disgustingly smell of decaying flesh and dried blood, only when still I carried on my journey threw the cold workshop. I looked up and there were befuddled electrical cables running right to the center of the workshop. Every couple of seconds they gave out a sudden spark of electricity. Whilst I was wondering what they were being utilise for, I walked further in to the workshop and I tripped over a blood covered sheet I panicked and kicked the sheet of me, and jumped screening to my feet.I couldnt figure out what the electrical cables were being used for so I decided to follow them deeper in to the workshop. Along my path, I walked crossways broken bottles and tubes all with their contents covering the floor, and their were more of undamaged ones juicy up high on shelves, filled with their own custom colors and distinctive smells.I finally came to be the cables were linked up to, it seemed to be a giant copper tank car filled with discolored water, and chunks of bone and flesh, which smelled alike(p) rotten egg. It had steam slowly escaping from the poorly welded seems of the tank, I looked behind the tank to discover an opposite one, This one had dark green water in it and was glass, completely opposite to the copper tank, I decided to take a look. The tank was filled with unwarranted electric ells, which had been obviously there for a while, as they were decaying.I heard loud scratching noise culmination from a door in the workshop, I slowly wondered towards it,and give it a small push open, when suddenly two or three rats came hurrying out of it, they ran off somewhere behind the tank, I mainly focused what was in the room, their was a window in the corner letting rain threw its hole in the glass, it hadnt been cleaned by the looks of things since it had been installed as it was covered in years of dust and grime. I walked into the room to see what lied on the postpone that fit(p) in the middle of room, the table was covered with playscripts, one restrain laid open reading Life after death.At the other side of the table were two dissected frogs, one of them laid lifelessly with a big gash running down its back, and the other one had small wires attached to its hands and feet, I knocked a book to the floor I bent down to pick it up, and I proverb a key I picked both the key and book up, I read the book cover which read bringing back the dead and I put it back on the table, I saw some other door next to an old bookshelf, I tried to open it but it was locked.I looked at the key and tried it in the lock it worked, and I opened the door. I jumped back in fear as the door go through to a closet containing human body smashs and organs I quickly slammed the door shut and ran to the other side of the room. I vomited, I panicked and ran out the room back to the main part of the workshop, to again smell deca ying flesh, I ignored the smell this time and I continued running back to the entrance following the electrical cables which lead me into the workshop, I reached the rusty door and pushed it open to let me free in to the rain outside and to take a much needed warm breath of air.