The Amante Curse

When Lauren Jauregui goes to Havana, she didn't think anything bad could possibly happen. It was her vacation after a stressful breakup from her abusive boyfriend of three years, Lauren just wanted to be at peace again.

When exploring the coastline, she comes across a wooden box sealed tightly shut with wax, with a cross moulded into place and a cryptic message written on a wooden plaque.

Thinking nothing of it, she took the box back home to Miami with her as a sort of collectible. Little did she know that that box would cause more chaos than anything she's ever experienced.

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She laid paralysed in her bed. Her breathing erratic as she stared at the three beings that stood tauntingly at the foot of the bed. One with perfectly groomed ginger hair, but it's grin sinister and quite frankly freaky. A second with short, messy brunette hair with his face neutral, she wasn't sure if the expression or his appearance was creepier.

The last being that stood dead centre, Lauren couldn't decipher it. She knew she should be terrified but strangely enough, the one in the middle seemed less threatening. With its piercing chocolate eyes examining her, like it was searching for something deep within her soul. Then that brunette creature leaned forward, hands behind its back and those same eyes glowing a daring red.

"Tell me Lauren, are you ready to have some fun?" The creature asked and all three of them smiled devilishly, almost as though it was an inside joke amongst them.