BREAKING THE CHAIN | ❝Screw the Witch Bitch❞
⤷ In which a curse that wreaks havoc on her town suddenly targets her best friends ex girlfriend, suddenly she and all of their friends are fighting to survive the night from murderous psychopaths that we...
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⌜PART THREE⌟
⤷ TWENTY FOUR; the devils follower ⤶
CURIOSITY HAD ALWAYS been in the Fier sisters blood, anything semi interesting or out of the ordinary sparked a fuse in their brains; something that caused more trouble than good. As Sarah stumbled around in her sisters home, heart beating frantically as she watched the light travel above her.
Bumping into a pigs head silently gasping, her eyes darted around the small space when a light flickered in the corner of her eyes. Furrowing her brows as she goes to investigate, crawling under this passage with a frown.
The room was cave like, full of stone but this seemed man made. In the centre of the room was a small flame, Sarah looked around in confusion. Noticing an unlit torch, grabbing it quickly bringing it to the small flame.
Once the torch burned brighter, Sarah walked around the cave like room wide eyed. Looking down at the small flame that had carved stone surrounding it, with a dark substance in the crevices of it. On the side was a goats head, grimacing at the disgusting foul smelling animal.
Crouching in curiosity before she dipped one of fingers into the dark substance, pulling it out quickly. A disgusted expression on her face at the realisation ━ BLOOD.
"What?" She whispers absolutely baffled. Sarah then allows herself to look over at the small book, something she never noticed when she first got there. It was the very book she saw at the Widows hut, though now it was opened on a page that was beyond her worse nightmares.
It was devil worshipping. The title reading: A simple exchange.
━━ THE SOUNDS OF SHUFFLING FEET broke her out of her daze, gasping out as she looked up to see her sisters beloved husband climbing under the small opening. His eyes were narrowed blankly almost as if he were trouble to even be in such a situation.
"You!" She whispers her lips quivering in absolute fear "It's you."
"I'm still me, your sisters husband." his voice sounded proud, almost happy even. "I've always been me. Only I've grown tired of watching fortune turn a blind eye to me."
"How could you?" She walked away from him as he began walking closer.
"How could i what? Take what we all want?" He stares at her grudgingly, his anger and jealousy building up slightly. "What we all came here for? Power, prosperity, legacy."
She watches him in disgust as he continues speaking. "Consider Sarah. A single soul." He walks over to the stone wall beside him, pointing to a name. "Just one."
"Pastor Miller."
"And in return what no amount of praying could ever bring." Unknown to the pair of them, Selena heard their murmurs. As she left her bedroom with tears streaking down her face, she blindly followed their hushed sounding words in a daze. Not even knowing what the expect but the pounding of her head lessened the closer she got.
