So I asked ChatGPT to write a story about a factory farm overtaking a family farm

And to make it a horror story like Stephen King. Here is what it wrote…

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   Once upon a time, nestled in the heart of a lush countryside, there lay a family farm known as OrganicVille. This farm was a sanctuary of natural harmony, where two young boys, their hands stained with the richness of the soil, worked tirelessly alongside their father under the warm embrace of the golden sun. Together, they tended to the land, nurturing crops with love and care, while dreams of a future filled with abundance and joy danced in their minds. However, amidst this idyllic setting, a sinister presence began to emerge on the horizon. Like a dark cloud looming over the horizon, a factory farm began to rise, driven by corporate greed and a ruthless hunger for profit. From its towering structures, drones descended like malevolent dark angels, raining down pesticides that tainted the once-pure earth of OrganicVille.
   
   The animals in the factory farm suffered unspeakable horrors. Injected with hormones to accelerate growth and crammed into tight, claustrophobic spaces, they lived a life devoid of dignity or freedom. The slaughter process, once a solemn ritual of respect for life, became a macabre spectacle of death, with the remains of fallen creatures ground into feed for their brethren, perpetuating a vicious cycle of brutality.
   
   The river that once flowed with crystal-clear waters now ran thick with a noxious sludge, emitting a sickly green glow and a putrid odor that repelled even the most resilient of creatures. The animals of OrganicVille, witnessing the desecration of their home, approached the contaminated river with a mix of fear and disgust, their instincts screaming danger.
   
   As the factory farm expanded its reach, OrganicVille faced an existential threat. A for sale sign, standing tall like a tombstone, was erected on the property, marking the end of an era and the beginning of a tragic chapter in the farm's history.
   
   The transfer to the factory farm was a nightmare. Trucks filled with Organicville's animals, their eyes wide with terror, were transported to the other side of the fence, where they were met with aggression and torment from the hormonally pumped beasts of the factory farm. Some animals, overwhelmed by anxiety, attempted to escape only to meet their end on the merciless electric fences that surrounded them. Others, their bodies ravaged by unnatural hormones, succumbed to a slow and agonizing death, their once-vibrant spirits crushed by human greed.
   
   
   As the last remnants of OrganicVille's once vibrant spirit faded into the shadows, the factory farm's insidious influence spread like a stain across the land. With the deal sealed and the family's legacy shattered, a twisted spectacle unfolded.
   
   The commercial aired, featuring the previous family owners of OrganicVille singing the deceitful tune, "We bring good things to you." Their voices, once filled with love for the land, now carried a hollow tone of resignation and bitterness, forced into this charade by the lure of money. They had become puppets in the factory farm's facade of benevolence, their faces plastered with fake smiles as they mouthed the words that echoed the very betrayal of their ideals.
   
   Behind the scenes, the corporate overlords reveled in their triumph, exploiting not just the land but also the dignity of those who had once cherished it. The sinister melody of the song served as a grim reminder of the price paid for greed, where souls were sold for profit and nature's innocence was sacrificed on the altar of corporate ambition.
   
   As the commercial faded to black, leaving behind an unsettling silence, the true tragedy of OrganicVille's demise echoed through the empty fields, a haunting requiem for a lost paradise tainted by human greed and moral decay.