The wind
howled through
the desolate
streets of the
abandoned town.
Muffled
screams echoed
from the
decaying
houses, cursed
with a history
of despair.
A figure
cloaked in
shadow lurked
in the corner
of her eye,
watching every
move she made.
She felt her
heart race as
she turned to
confront the
darkness, only
to find it was
gone.
With every
step, the air
thickened,
carrying the
scent of decay
and forgotten
souls.
The old church
bell tolled at
midnight,
summoning her
toward the
source of the
anguish.
Inside,
flickering
candles
illuminated
inscriptions
that warned of
unspeakable
horrors within.
A chill crept
down her spine
as she read the
last line—“Do
not release
what lies
beneath.
” Ignoring the
dread gnawing
at her insides,
she knelt
before the
altar, drawn by
a force she
couldn't
resist.
As she
whispered the
forbidden
incantation,
the ground
trembled and
the air
crackled with
malice.
From the
shadows emerged
twisted
figures, eyes
glowing with
hunger for the
living.
She realized
too late that
she had
awakened the
town’s curse,
sealing her
fate forever.
The last thing
she heard was
the sound of
her own
screams,
swallowed by
the darkness.
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