Cursed
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Whilst investigating the mysterious deaths of multiple people, a private detective called Stephanie Edgley uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, knife circulating throughout London. As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 33 days left to live.
The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look distorted. The victims have visions of supernatural beings and start going crazy.
Stephanie gets hold of the knife, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into her mind: a ripped open kitten bleeding out, an old newspaper headline about an apocalyptic accident, a ghost appearing in her day to day activities.
When Stephanie notices the links she realises that the curse of the knife is true and calls in her friend, a police officer called John Stanton, to help.
John examines the knife and willingly submits himself to the curse. He finds that the same visions flash before his eyes. He joins the queue for a supernatural death.
Stephanie and John pursue a quest to uncover the meaning of the visions, starting with a search for the cure. Will they be able to stop the curse before their time is up?
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