"Trapped in the Witch's Curse: Jerry's Final Night"

 

"Trapped in the Witch's Curse: Jerry's Final Night"



In the dead of night, Jerry was driving back home. His phone began to ring.

"Yes darling! I am en route.... I shall arrive shortly."

The distance between Jerry's residence and his workplace was merely 5 miles. As Jerry navigated through the desolate estate, he failed to discern anything out of the ordinary. However, after driving for a considerable time, he realized that he had circled the abandoned mansion five times. Unbeknownst to him, he had become ensnared in an eternal loop. Jerry reached for his phone to contact his wife, only to discover a lack of signal.

"What should I do now?" he muttered nervously.

Bringing his car to a halt, Jerry found himself once again in front of the abandoned mansion.

"How did I end up here?" he questioned with a trembling voice.

Seeking to reassure himself that he was courageous and that there was nothing extraordinary afoot, Jerry attributed his disorientation to the darkness and the inclement weather. Despite his trepidation of the night's shadows, he proceeded to advance towards the abandoned mansion. Local lore spoke of a witch who had once resided there, met a fiery end at the hands of the villagers. Since then, residents claimed to have glimpsed the witch's spectral form, now a malevolent spirit thirsting for the blood of any who dared to acknowledge her abode.

Upon reaching the mansion's entrance, Jerry, a skeptic of the supernatural, ventured inside unknowingly embarking on his final night. The creaking of the door and the swirling dust within the house unnerved him. Suddenly, a swarm of bats swooped towards Jerry, causing him to stumble to the ground.

"Ughhhh! What was that now..."

Scouring for a signal on his mobile phone, Jerry ascended to the upper floor of the mansion. Strange noises emanated from a room with an abnormally large, locked door. Jerry heard a resounding thud against the door from within, stirring within him a sense of the supernatural for the first time. Armed with a brick, he endeavored to break the lock. After several attempts, the lock gave way with a loud bang. As Jerry stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind him with a spine-chilling sound, trapping him within. Sensing a presence behind him, Jerry turned to find nothing there.

"It's merely a figment of my imagination, I am simply fatigued."

However, as he turned once more, he beheld a towering woman before him, with large eyes, a charred visage, and bloody hands.

Jerry let out a piercing scream as his spirit departed his body. No one ever found jerry after that night and she continued chasing her preys

Location: United States

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