When Lucy Thompson transfers to Carlton Highschool, she never expects to uncover the haunting secrets hidden within its walls. Rumors swirl of a ghost boy who roams the empty corridors, but Lucy dismisses them as mere tales. However, one eerie night...
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The room seemed to come alive with energy, the walls echoing with an otherworldly hum. The cursed monster before her thrashed in pain, its monstrous form pulsing with light and shadows. It was as if the very fabric of the curse was unraveling, revealing the fragments of Mr. Anderson's true self that had been trapped within.
As Lucy continued to channel the Moonstone's power, the room seemed to blur with a mixture of light and darkness. The monster's roars diminished, and a moment of eerie stillness fell upon the mansion.
And then, with a burst of radiant light, the curse shattered. The monstrous form of Mr. Anderson dissolved, and in its place stood the man himself-disheveled, exhausted, but free.
Lucy gasped, her hands shaking as she lowered the Moonstone. She could hardly believe what she had just witnessed. The curse that had plagued Mr. Anderson for so long had finally been broken, and he was restored to his true self.
As the radiant light subsided, Mr. Anderson's true form stood before Lucy-no longer a cursed monster, but a disheveled and exhausted man. Relief and wonder washed over her as she witnessed the transformation she had hoped for.
However, the exertion of breaking the curse seemed to take its toll on Mr. Anderson. With a weary sigh, he swayed slightly before collapsing to the floor. Lucy rushed to his side, her heart pounding with concern.
"Mr. Anderson!" she exclaimed, gently shaking his shoulder. "Please, wake up."
But he remained unconscious, his breathing steady but shallow. Lucy's mind raced, wondering if the strain of the curse breaking had left him weakened. She took off her scarf and carefully draped it over him to keep him warm in the cool night air.
Sitting beside him, Lucy gently held his hand, the Moonstone still nestled in her palm. She whispered soothing words, hoping that he could somehow hear her even in his unconscious state.
"We did it, Mr. Anderson," she said softly. "The curse is broken, and you're free now. You're back to yourself, and I'll be here when you wake up."
As Lucy continued to whisper reassuring words, Mr. Anderson's eyelids began to flutter. He groaned softly, slowly regaining consciousness. His eyes met Lucy's, and a flicker of confusion crossed his face as he tried to piece together what had happened.
"Lucy?" he mumbled, his voice still weak.
"Yes, it's me," Lucy replied with a small smile. "You're safe now. The curse is broken."
Mr. Anderson's gaze shifted around the room, taking in his surroundings, before he looked down at himself. His eyes widened in embarrassment and realization. He was naked, with no memory of how he had come to be in such a state.
