Author: Drac Von Stoller

Publisher: Drac Von Stoller

Published: 2024-07-04

Total Pages: 12

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The night was dark and stormy as a group of friends gathered around a crackling fire in the middle of the woods. Jenna, a self-proclaimed horror enthusiast, had convinced her friends to embark on a camping trip to the remote location in search of a mysterious chest rumored to have been conjured by a powerful witch centuries ago. The flames danced erratically, casting elongated shadows that seemed to writhe with a life of their own against the dense foliage surrounding their campsite. The air was thick with the scent of pine and petrichor, punctuated by the occasional crack of thunder that made even the bravest among them flinch. Jenna's eyes gleamed with an almost feverish excitement as she gazed into the fire. Her long, dark hair whipped about her face in the wind, giving her an almost wild appearance. Beside her, her childhood friend Mark shifted uncomfortably, his usually easygoing demeanor replaced by a palpable tension. "I still can't believe you talked us into this, Jen," he muttered, pulling his jacket tighter around his broad shoulders. "This place gives me the creeps." On the other side of the fire, Karen and Tom huddled close together, their fingers intertwined. Karen's pale face was a mask of anxiety, her free hand clutching a worn leather-bound book to her chest – a tome of local legends she'd borrowed from the town library before their trip. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Karen ventured, her voice barely audible over the howling wind. "The stories in this book... they're not just campfire tales, Jenna. People have gone missing in these woods." Jenna's laugh cut through the night, sharp and dismissive. "That's what makes it exciting, Karen! Besides, we're all adults here. What's the worst that could happen?" As if in answer, a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky, followed almost immediately by a deafening clap of thunder. In that brief flash of light, Tom could have sworn he saw something move in the trees beyond their campsite – something large and distinctly inhuman. He blinked, trying to convince himself it was just a trick of the light. "Guys," he said, his voice shaky, "maybe we should head back in the morning. This storm is getting worse." But Jenna was already launching into the legend of the chest, her voice taking on a hypnotic quality that held her friends spellbound despite their misgivings. "It all started back in 1692," she began, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames. "A woman named Abigail Thorne lived on the outskirts of a small settlement, not far from where we are now. The townsfolk whispered that she was a witch, but they had no proof – until the night of the blood moon." As Jenna spoke, the wind seemed to die down, as if nature itself was listening to her tale. The fire cra "On that night, Abigail was seen dancing naked in the woods, chanting in a language no one recognized. The next morning, three children from the village had vanished without a trace. When the townspeople confronted Abigail, they found her in possession of a strange chest – the very one we're looking for." Karen's grip on Tom's hand tightened as Jenna's story unfolded. Even Mark, who had been skeptical from the start, found himself leaning in, captivated by the tale. "They say Abigail had made a deal with dark forces to create the chest," Jenna went on, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "It was said to grant immense power to whoever possessed it, but at a terrible cost. The chest was cursed, bringing misfortune and death to all who dared to open it." A twig snapped in the darkness beyond their circle of firelight, causing everyone to jump. Tom's eyes darted around nervously, searching for the source of the sound, but saw nothing but impenetrable shadows. "W-what happened to Abigail?" Karen asked, her voice trembling. Jenna's eyes glittered with a mix of excitement and something darker, more primal. "They tried to burn her at the stake, but she escaped. The chest disappeared with her, and Abigail was never seen again. But they say her spirit still haunts these woods, guarding the chest and waiting for someone worthy – or foolish enough – to seek its power."