The Curse of the Crypt Witch

The Curse of the Crypt Witch

I was always a heavy drinker, but I never imagined the horrors that awaited me on that fateful night.

It all started when my friend and I decided to go out for a night of drinking. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. We went to a local pub, and the atmosphere was eerie. Everyone seemed to be whispering about something, but I couldn’t make out what it was.

After a few drinks, I decided to go off and explore the place by myself. As I was walking down a dark hallway, I noticed a door at the end of it. Curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it.

To my surprise, I found myself in a crypt. The walls were lined with old wooden coffins, and there were chains dangling from the ceiling. I could hear a faint moaning coming from somewhere in the room.

I cautiously made my way around the crypt, and as I did, I heard a voice calling out my name. It was like nothing I had ever heard before; it was deep and eerie. I turned around to see a figure standing in the corner of the room. It was an old woman in a white gown.

She told me that she had been waiting for someone like me to come and join her in the crypt. She said that she was a witch and had been cursed to haunt this place for all eternity. She said that I had been chosen to help her break the curse, but I had to drink her special potion in order to do so.

I reluctantly agreed and drank the potion. Immediately, I felt an intense wave of nausea overcome me. My vision blurred, and my body felt as though it was on fire. I stumbled out of the crypt and managed to make it back to the pub.

I woke up the next morning feeling like I had been in a nightmare. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my skin had turned pale and my eyes had become bloodshot. I knew deep down that something had happened to me during that night in the crypt, but I couldn’t remember what it was.

From that day forward, my life changed forever. Everywhere I went, people seemed to be afraid of me. They would cross the street when I walked by and whisper about something called “the tales from the crypt”. As time passed, I slowly began to remember what had happened in that fateful night in the crypt.

I realized that the witch’s potion had cursed me with an insatiable thirst for human blood. No matter how much I drank, it never seemed to satisfy me. I became a creature of the night, preying on unsuspecting victims and hiding away in the shadows during the day.

I know now that I will be cursed to wander this earth alone for all eternity, but at least now I can take solace in knowing that my story will live on through the tales from the crypt.

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

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