HORROR Part-1

UP FIRST WE HAVE THE PAWN-

The Pawn's Relentless March
The old grandmaster, Elias, felt a cold dread creep up his spine. It wasn't the looming checkmate, but the Pawn on f7. It had started innocently enough, a simple advance. But now, it was just two squares from promotion, its tiny, unassuming form a harbinger of doom. Elias knew he could sacrifice a Rook, a Knight, even his Queen, but the Pawn would not be stopped. It moved only forward, never retreating, never faltering, a silent, unfeeling force of inevitable progress. He saw its reflection in his sweat-beaded brow – not a wooden figurine, but a faceless, unstoppable entity, its shadow stretching across the board, ready to consume everything he held dear. He could hear its faint, rhythmic thud-thud-thud in his mind, each step closer to the final, suffocating transformation.