Cursed

She was cursed. The words echoed in her mind, haunting her every thought and action. It started with a simple mistake, a careless act that angered a vengeful spirit. She didn't believe in curses or spirits, but as the days passed, strange things began to happen around her. Objects moved on their own, shadows flickered in the corner of her eye, and whispers echoed through the empty halls of her home.

At first, she brushed it off as a mere coincidence or her imagination, but it didn't take long for her to realize something was wrong. The curse was real, and it was coming for her. The once bright and vibrant young woman was now a shell of her former self, consumed by fear and paranoia.

Every night, she would hear the whispers growing louder, voices taunting and tormenting her with promises of endless suffering. Sleep became a luxury she couldn't afford, as every time she closed her eyes, she would be plunged into a world of nightmares.

One day, she woke up covered in strange symbols and markings. Panic seized her as she realized the curse had marked her as its own. She tried everything in her power to break the curse, from performing rituals to consulting with the most renowned spiritual healers, but nothing worked.

As days turned into weeks, the curse became more powerful, feeding on her fear and despair. She could feel it closing in on her, suffocating her every breath. She tried to get help by telling this to her mother.

Daughter: "Mom, I need to tell you something. I think I'm cursed."

Mother: "Cursed? What are you talking about? You're just imagining things, dear."

Daughter: "No, I'm serious! Strange things have been happening to me lately. I can't explain it."

Mother: "Oh, come on now. You're just going through a phase. You're not cursed."

Daughter: "But I am! I've been having these nightmares every night, and I feel like something is watching me all the time."

Mother: "That's just your imagination running wild. You need to calm down and stop scaring yourself."

Daughter: "Mom, please listen to me! I've been seeing strange symbols everywhere, and I think they're related to the curse."

Mother: "Symbols? What symbols? You're not making any sense."

Daughter: "The same symbols that were on the old book in the attic. I think it was some sort of dark magic or something."

Mother: "Dark magic? Don't be ridiculous! There's no such thing as curses or dark magic."

Daughter: "But you don't understand, Mom. I can feel it. The curse is real and it's after me. I need your help."

Mother: "Alright, alright. Calm down. I'll take a look at the book and see if there's anything to worry about. But I'm telling you, it's all in your head."

Daughter: "Thank you, Mom. I just hope we can figure this out before it's too late."

After trying to get help she was hopeless. Every night, she would hear the whispers growing louder, calling out to her, promising to release her from her torment if she would only surrender herself to the darkness.

And one night, she did. She gave in to the darkness, willingly offering herself to the curse. The whispers grew louder, surrounding her in a vortex of pure terror. And then, everything went silent. She opened her eyes, but instead of the darkness, she found herself standing in a desolate landscape, with nothing but a single door in front of her.

In her fear and desperation, she opened the door, and the curse consumed her. Her screams echoed through the emptiness as she was dragged down into a bottomless abyss, never to be seen or heard from again.

The curse had claimed another victim, and it was hungry for more. The whispers echoed through the darkness, searching for its next victim, its next sacrifice. And as the days turned into weeks, the whispers grew louder, calling out to those foolish enough to ignore the warning signs.

For those who ignored the warnings, the curse was waiting, eager to claim another victim. And for those who heard the whispers, the curse was already upon them, waiting to claim its next victim.