TRICK OR TRICK

❝They came for a thrill. The witches came for blood.❞

In the far corners of New Orleans, a villa called The Haunting stood like a secret whispered through generations. Abandoned after a mysterious government fire, locals believed it was a portal to another world, one not meant for the living. They say opening its webbed iron gates is like opening a galaxy best left untouched.

A group of fearless friends, known for chasing the thrill of the supernatural, dared to test the legend. When they stepped through the gates, the creaking echoed like a warning. But inside, the house was just... a house. Dusty. Cold. Still.

The first night was eerie but uneventful. The second passed with laughs and stories by flashlight. But on the third night, exactly at 3:00 a.m., the hands on their wristwatches froze. The ancient grandfather clock, long silent, let out a thunderous chime.

Suddenly, the temperature dropped. Their breath fogged in the air. The walls seemed to inhale. Then, from the depths of the dark, came the singing. high, siren-like voices in a language none of them knew. Growing closer. Surrounding them.

And the witches? They hadn't even begun their game.

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❗️ viewer discretion is advised
includes gore and violent context

ONGOING ➱ WITCHES AU

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