The wind
howled through
the desolate
village,
carrying
whispers of
lost souls.
Underneath the
old oak tree, a
grave lay
unmarked,
untouched by
time.
A chill crept
into the air as
night fell,
swallowing the
last remnants
of daylight.
Suddenly,
shadows twisted
and danced,
forming eerie
silhouettes
against the
moonlit sky.
From the
grave, a hand
emerged,
clawing its way
towards the
surface.
In the
distance, a
woman’s scream
shattered the
silence,
echoing through
the streets.
The townsfolk
had warned her
not to return,
but curiosity
had led her
back to the
cursed land.
As she turned
to flee, her
eyes locked
with a hollow
gaze that
promised
nightmares.
The earth
trembled
beneath her
feet, and the
air thickened
with an
otherworldly
presence.
It was then
she realized,
some doors are
better left
closed forever.
The wind howled through the desolate village, carrying whispers of lost souls. Underneath…
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