You've heard the rumors, you've seen the warnings, but do you know the truth?
The dryer, that spinning monstrosity of terror, is not just a machine, it's a portal to another dimension.
A dimension of lost socks, of tangled garments, of endless cycle counts and overheating nightmares.
It starts with the gentle hum, a soothing melody that lulls you into a false sense of security.
But don't be fooled. The dryer is a ravenous beast, waiting to consume all in its path.
First, it devours your socks. One by one, they disappear, never to be seen again.
Then, it turns on you. The heat, the noise, the smell... it's a sensory onslaught that threatens to consume your very soul.
Some say it's not just the socks. That there's more to the disappearance.
Perhaps it's not the dryer, but a malevolent force, feeding on our very fabric.
A force that demands our attention, our energy, our sanity.