The Curse of the Butterfly Soldier

The Curse of the Butterfly Soldier

It was a warm summer day when I decided to take a walk through the woods. I had heard rumours of a mysterious graveyard nearby and was curious to see it for myself. I was not prepared for what awaited me there.

As I made my way through the trees, I noticed an eerie stillness in the air. I could hear nothing but the sound of my own footsteps. Eventually, I came across the graveyard, which was an overgrown field of headstones and crypts.

I explored the graveyard for a few moments until I stumbled upon one particular crypt. It was different from the others, with a large iron door that seemed to be locked from the inside. I could feel a chill run down my spine as I approached it.

When I peered inside, I saw a figure standing in the corner. At first, I assumed it was a statue, but then I noticed that it was actually a soldier, dressed in full military regalia. He appeared to be dead, yet his eyes were wide open and staring directly at me.

I was so stunned that I couldn’t move. Suddenly, a swarm of butterflies flew out of the crypt and surrounded me. I panicked and ran away as fast as I could.

As I made my way back home, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was following me. When I looked back, I saw the soldier’s spirit hovering above me. He was beckoning me to follow him back to the crypt.

I knew that if I didn’t do what he wanted, he would haunt me forever. So, reluctantly, I followed him back to the crypt. When we arrived, he opened the door and revealed a chamber full of cobweb-covered bones and ancient artifacts.

The soldier’s spirit pointed to an old book lying on a table in the center of the room. I opened it and read its contents: a tale about an ancient curse that had been placed on the soldier who now haunted me.

The curse said that anyone who dared to enter this crypt would be cursed with an unending fear of butterflies. As soon as I finished reading the tale, a loud clap of thunder shook the crypt and the soldier’s spirit vanished into thin air.

I knew then that the curse was real and that I would never be able to escape the fear of butterflies that haunted me now.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.

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