The Deadly Charm

Part 21 : Yanwadee's Love Trick

The Secret of Yanwadee

In the quiet and dark of the night, Yanwadee walked through a narrow alley. The darkness and mystery of the place evoked both excitement and apprehension in her heart. Despite the eerie and dangerous atmosphere, she didn't hesitate.

When she reached the old wooden door, she knocked softly a few times. The door creaked open, revealing an old woman with mysterious and unsettling eyes staring straight at her.

"It's me..." Yanwadee said.

"Come in," the woman's hoarse voice called out.

Yanwadee nodded lightly and stepped inside. The room was dark and filled with the scent of incense and herbs. Her heart pounded with a mix of courage and fear as she entered.

The cool night air seeped into the room, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows around the space.

"Have you arrived?"

A hoarse voice came from a corner of the room. The shaman was seated on an old cushion, looking like something from a nightmare. Her long black hair was disheveled, and her eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, stared intently at Yanwadee.

"I came to ask for help," Yanwadee said softly, though her heart was burning with a desire to get what she wanted.

"What do you want?" The shaman's smile was both fearsome and enigmatic.

"I want you to use Hong Prai to put a charm on a man named Kongkiat," Yanwadee stated firmly, placing a picture of Kongkiat in front of her. She wanted Kongkiat to fall deeply in love with her.

"Are you sure? Using a spirit to perform magic is not something to take lightly. It could bring disaster upon you," the shaman warned, her eyes narrowing as the incense smoke swirled around the room.

"I'm sure," Yanwadee replied, taking a deep breath and speaking with determination.

"Then I will help you, but remember, there is a price for everything," the shaman said with a menacing grin.

The shaman then picked up a small bottle from the shelves, filled with dark oil.

"You must understand that this is ghost oil. It will make the person you desire fall madly in love with you. But the cost you must pay is very high," the shaman explained.

Inside the glass bottle, a dark energy seemed to swirl. Yanwadee felt a chill as the shaman began chanting a spell.

"Make this man fall in love with this woman. You must make him so fascinated that he cannot resist."

The shaman's voice was rough as she cast the spell over the bottle. The dark energy inside swirled into a large black circle, as if it understood the command. It was a dark and frightening presence, shrouded in shadow with only the faintest reflection of candlelight.

The shaman handed the bottle to Yanwadee.

"Thank you very much, doctor. And the payment..." Yanwadee said, taking the bottle and putting it in her bag.

"Don't rush. Wait for it to work first. You can come back to pay later," the shaman said with a sinister grin.

After receiving the Hong Prai bottle, Yanwadee left the witch doctor's house. The darkness of the night did nothing to dampen her resolve. Her determination drove her forward, fueled by the hope of capturing Kongkiat's heart, even if it came with a dangerous secret.

Detective Needed

The office inside the mysterious library that Krittin is in charge of looks like it came out of a different era. The walls are covered with dark brown leather that appears old and worn, and the room is filled with many dusty ancient books. Sky-high bookshelves line the room, creating an atmosphere that is both intriguing and frightening.