Write a story inspired by a song.
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A cool breeze swept through the small village, bringing with it the salty scent of the sea. The moon shone bright and full, casting eerie shadows across the dirt road that led to the village square. A lone figure stood in the doorway of one of the village homes, staring out into the night with a haunted expression.
As she watched, a group of young men stumbled down the road, laughing and joking with each other. They didn't seem to notice her, and she made no move to acknowledge them. Her eyes remained fixed on the darkness beyond, as if she was waiting for something.
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the peaceful night. The young men stopped in their tracks, looking around in confusion. The woman in the doorway remained motionless, her face now twisted in terror.
"What the hell was that?" one of the young men asked.
"I don't know, but it sounded like it came from over there," another replied, pointing down the road.
The group cautiously made their way down the road, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. As they turned a corner, they saw a figure lying on the ground, writhing in agony.
"Oh my god, it's Eve!" one of the young men exclaimed.
Eve was a well-known figure in the village. She was known for her sharp tongue and quick wit, but also for her love of dark arts and rituals, though none of it could be proved. The young men hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.
"Get help!" one of them finally shouted, and they quickly ran back to the village to fetch the elders.
When they returned, Eve was gone. All that remained was a faint, sickly smell and a strange symbol etched into the dirt.
The next day, the villagers woke to find that several of their livestock had been slaughtered in the night, their bodies left in a twisted, grotesque display. The villagers whispered among themselves, wondering if it was the work of Eve and her dark magic.
Days turned into weeks, and the village became more and more restless. Strange occurrences began to happen more frequently, and the villagers soon realized that they were being haunted by something much darker than they could have ever imagined.
In the end, it was Eve who came to their rescue. With a fierce determination and a deep knowledge of the dark arts, she was able to banish the evil that had been plaguing their village. As she stood in the doorway of her home, watching the sun rise over the horizon, the villagers gathered around her, thanking her for her bravery and courage.
"You're a hero, Eve," one of them said.
Eve smiled; her eyes still haunted by the horrors she had seen. "No, I'm no hero," she replied. "I'm just a woman who knows how to fight back."
© 27 April 2023
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