The Locket
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"This shop looks mysterious. Time for something new and adventurous".In the exterior of "Curiosities and Relics". It is raining soflty. Emma, an ambitious journalist, enters the shop. Shopkeeper with a menacing voice warned,"This locket has a history. Some say it's cursed." Emma's eyes widened with intrigue. Holding the Locket, she whispered,"Cursed? Really?" Flickering light. Shadows moving. Emma wakes up in a cold sweat and pants. What begins as a simple curiosity...Emma researching furiously in old newspapers and books scattered around. "Release me." ...turns into a chilling nightmare."Confess, and the spirit may be freed. Emma writing a letter with tears streaming down her face. Wind howling. Room growing cold. Shadows closing in. Secrets will be revealed...Locket falling to the floor, Emma's look of relief mixed with lingering fear....and curses will be broken. Everything fades to black.
~The Locket~
Some secrets are better left buried.
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