The 34th St. Curse.

«"Where am I?"»

This sentence had repeated itself over and over again in my mind. It had been two hours since I had risen from the ground and walked aimlessly through the streets of this unknown place.

My clothes were torn and dirty, my hair was messy with some dry leaves on it. I removed some dry leaves from my hair and let out a tired sigh.

I was sore, tired, hungry, disoriented and confused.

The path seemed endless, and the farther I went, the farther I saw the end.

"I don't remember anything, could it be that I was robbed?" I said to myself as I looked in my pockets.

I took my things out of my pockets, my wallet was there, as well as my cell phone.

I run my finger through the broken screen of my phone, frowning. I turned it on and unlocked it.

I looked at the time, it was 11:03 p.m. I tried to call one of my friends to come pick me up from this place, but it was no use. There was no phone signal.

I looked at my hands with the flashlight to see if there were any wounds. But there were no visible wounds. But I felt unbearable pain in my whole body.

I still couldn't find the reason why I woke up in a forest in the middle of nowhere. It seems that I was too far away from the city.

I rubbed my eyes with my hands, and in the distance I saw some yellow headlights, I smiled relieved and quickened my pace.

I continued along the road, which was surrounded by woods.

This place seemed deserted and remote.

Right in the middle of the road was a trail of blood. This blood trail went from the middle of the road and disappeared into the woods. It was as if a body had been dragged to that place. My blood was running out when I heard a small creak, it sounded like bones breaking.

I swallowed and ran to get out of that place.

I arrived at a small lonely town, with some wooden houses and others made of concrete, with high walls and neutral colors. It had dim lights, and it looked depressing.

I looked around and admired the scenery. The trees that surrounded part of the town were imposing and imperturbably calm. The light from the headlights along the sidewalk, along with the moonlight, shone on the wet pavement.

I walked quietly along the sidewalk. I noticed that there were very few people there. I passed a couple of ladies, one wearing an olive-colored dress with a white apron and the other wearing an amber-colored dress. The dresses looked worn and old, I nodded my head and smiled in a greeting gesture.

These women blatantly judged me with their eyes without saying a word, and began whispering to each other as soon as I moved a bit away.

I frowned and kept walking.

A child stopped in his path as he ran and warned me:

"Be careful, there are so many strange things in this town" the kid said before smiling mischievously and running off again.

"Hey kid! Wait..." I held out my hand to stop him, but he disappeared. "What the- kid…?" I said as a shiver ran down my spine.

«"What?! The child disappeared?!"»

"I'm imagining things, yes." I said to convince myself, smiling nervously, sweating coldly. "Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well, yes." I talked to myself, smiling nervously.

I rubbed my eyes again, but there was nothing there. Indeed, the child had disappeared.

I scanned the houses in the neighborhood, and my eyes lingered on one in particular:

It was a two-story wooden house that looked quite old and dilapidated.

There was something about this house that attracted me, it seemed interesting. It was as if something was telling me to approach that house, as if some unknown force was drawing me to that house.

In the front yard of the house, a red-haired lady was watering the plants, and a man in a straw hat was sitting on a chair, sharpening a hunting knife, while a somewhat rusty scythe was leaning against the wall beside him.

"Good night, dear," the old lady greeted me with a smile, she had a melodious and sweet voice.

"Good night, ma'am," I greeted her with a friendly smile, despite my disheveled appearance.

"Looks like you're not from around here, are you lost?" I nodded and she smiled slightly as she scanned me with her eyes. "Would you like to come in for dinner? You must be hungry."

I decided to think a bit before accepting, I was in a town lost in the forest and I couldn't remember how I got here. I was hungry and thirsty, but I had to refuse out of politeness.

"It's not necessary, I don't want to bother you," I explain with a small smile, while I scratch the back of my neck in an embarrassed way.

"It's no bother, come on in, kid," she gestured for me to come in.

I nodded my head and slowly approached.

"Welcome," the old lady said as she opened the door for me with a bright smile.

"Thank you, ma'am," I bowed in gratitude and she let out a small chuckle.

The house was made entirely of wood and was illuminated by mustard yellow spotlights. You could see that the furniture was old, but miraculously still standing.

"Sit down," she pointed to a chair near the table and walked toward the kitchen. "You remind me of my son," she said from the kitchen as she looked for the plates to serve the food. "What's your name?

"My name's Ray," I answered simply.

I looked at the table she was pointing to. It was a small rectangular table with four seats, covered with a tablecloth as white as snow. On this tablecloth was a china set, decorated with small flowers, along with a tea set, there was also a silver candlestick. I carefully pulled up a chair and sat down.

I looked at the candlestick in the middle of the table, it had three candles. And only two of them were lit.

On the second floor of the house, a very sweet voice, which seemed to be that of a girl, was singing a song. I tried to understand the lyrics, but it was very complicated. She seemed to be singing in some unknown language. I sighed and looked back at the lady.

"How old are you? You seem very young," she asked, looking at me curiously.

"I'm 17, I just turned 17 a few weeks ago." I said, sighing a little sadly. I didn't like my birthday.

"Congratulations!..." She gave a small laugh that sounded very insincere. "Oh, fresh meat," she said through her teeth.

"Excuse me, what?" I raised an eyebrow.

She looked at me for a moment and spoke: "Hmm... Nothing. Hey old man, come on in, it's time for dinner!" she exclaimed, referring to the man in the straw hat.

I heard the front door creak open, followed by footsteps. The man in the straw hat and disheveled clothes walked slowly and with difficulty into the house.

I noticed that he was limping on one leg and using a cane. His eyes seemed dull, and he did not lift it from the ground.

The red-haired woman reappeared, this time with several platters, which she began to place on the table with great care. The old man in the hat took a seat in one of the chairs across from me.

"Enjoy!" The old lady said.

It had a very good smell. I carefully picked up one of the pieces of silverware on the side of the plate and took a bite. The food tasted indescribable.

I could say that it was the best food I had ever tasted.

Everyone was seated at the table. The lady sat right in front of me. And the straw man, diagonally across from us.

The woman's movements seemed erratic as she ate, her hands shaking as if she had never picked up a fork in her life, while the man sat motionless. He was staring at me with no readable expression on his face. His eyes looked empty, so empty that I could see my own reflection in them, but at the same time there was a deep darkness in them.

I swallowed hard and looked away from the old man who was still staring at me.

I cleared my throat and spoke:

"Excuse me, madam... What's the name of this town? Is it near the city?" I asked friendly and took a bite of food.

The question hung in the air. No one answered anything, there was e was a sepulchral silence.

"Hmm... Could you please tell me?" I said.

"You remind me of my son, what's your name?" The old lady repeats with a macabre smile.

"Ray," I reply, frowning at the confusion.

After that another candle went out, leaving only one lit, it was as if someone had blown it out.

«"Why did she ask my name again? I had already told her. It had nothing to do with the question she asked, "By the way, what happened to the candle? Did the candle go out by itself? Or did she blow it out?»

Immediately after I answered, everything went quiet again. A shiver ran down my spine. The gaze of the elderly man in the straw hat became more and more penetrating, as if he was watching my soul.

I took a sip of water before asking again, my hands shaking a little. I decided to ask a second time.

"Is this town near the capital?" I asked again.

"You remind me of my son, what's your name?" The old lady repeated for the third time in a distorted, ghostly voice. Her eyes were unfocused and her smile was unbridled and sinister. She looked like she was about to dislocate her jaw.

I just looked at her in horror. I replied:

"Ray, my name is Ray. I already told you."

Again, deathly silence, accompanied by a bone-chilling cold, the smell of sulfur flooded my nostrils.

The third candle went out.

The red-haired woman raised her head and stared at me. Blood was trickling from her mouth, and she was still smiling the same way, but her eyes were gone.

I covered my mouth with my hands to stifle the scream of terror I was giving, I was in a cold sweat and my whole body was shaking. It was hellishly cold.

"T-Thank you very much for the food, but I have to go," I said nervously, rubbing my hands against my arms to try and warm myself, and taking steps back.

I took small, quiet but quick steps, trying to escape from this infernal house.

"Leaving so soon, mate?" Someone asked behind me. It was a female and sweet voice.

I turned to where the voice was coming from, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw that there was nothing there.

I took another step forward and suddenly there was a roar throughout the room.

The door opened, letting in a strong wind that blew all the dishes, vases, decorations, lamps, and even the windows suddenly shattered. I crouched down to prevent all the glass from falling on me. I let out a groan of pain as I inevitably got some of the glass embedded in my skin. There was glass everywhere and traces of blood all over the walls. I managed to get up from the floor and put my hand on the floor to stand up, several pieces of glass getting stuck in my skin in the process.

My heartbeat was racing, my body was shaking and my eyes were wide open and teary. I felt blood trickling down my arms and face.

The same unfamiliar voice from a few minutes ago whispered in my ear with a melodious but at the same time sinister voice:

"Run, run, without looking back, it's the only way to escape. Run without looking back, or he will catch you. Don't look back, don't make any noise. Just let the sound of the scythe guide you, to get out of the immense darkness. The demon is after you, I repeat, run without looking back".

"Demon?" I asked in fear, shaking.

Suddenly I had an uncontrollable urge to cough. I covered my mouth with my hand as I coughed, only to realize that it was blood mixed with rusty nails and broken glass.

I had so much glass embedded in my skin that it even hurt to breathe. I ran as fast as I could to get out of there.

"Are you leaving without saying goodbye, dear?" the old woman asked in a distorted voice.

I didn't answer, just kept walking towards the door. The farther I walked, the farther I saw the door.

"Ray... Don't go, please," a voice sobbed.

My blood ran out, I froze in place. I knew this voice perfectly.

I steeled myself and asked. "R-Rachel?" I asked incredulously, my voice breaking.

"Ray, please don't go. Look at me" she begged in tears "Please."

Suddenly the tears started to fall down my cheeks without any control, my whole body trembled with fear and pain, the glass on my skin became more embedded with every breath I took. I wanted to look, I had to see her.

But... What if it wasn't Rachel? What if it was the scary woman? Or the old man in the straw hat?

I had an internal debate about whether or not to turn around. I would only know who it was if I turned around.

"Ray, please look at me," she begged again, crying.

"No, that is not possible. The paramedics said that night that you had no vital signs. You... You died," I explained between sobs, not turning to look at her.

"I'm here, Ray...look at me, Ray," Rachel repeated. "I'm alive."

I was finally tempted to turn around. I sighed and slowly turned around.

There she was My Beautiful Rachel.

Her hair golden as the sun and her eyes shining as black and deep as the night.

She looked like an angel, as precious as the day I lost her. I just wanted to run to her and hold her.

"I-I didn't die in the accident that night, Ray. I survived," she said.

I frowned in confusion, for some reason I cringed when I heard her voice. "Huh? What are you talking about? What accident?"

"The car accident that killed me," she said, her voice cracking with sadness.

I looked around and the inside of the house didn't look the same as before, it seemed abandoned now and it was full of dirt, cobwebs and bats everywhere.

"You didn't die in a car accident." I denied. "You killed yourself, Rachel. I found you dead," my voice cracked with grief, "I found you dead... I..." I cried, it hurt so much to remember all this. "I couldn't do anything to save you, Rachel." I said with a broken voice as I cried, "If only I... If I had gotten there a few minutes earlier..."

"I'm here, Ray," she smiled and stretched out her arms, waiting for a hug.

"No..." I denied, her voice stunning me.

"I'm alive, Ray. Look at me!" She insisted.

With every word she uttered, I felt a strong pain in my ears, it tore my eardrums.

She repeated the same phrase over and over, her voice sounding high-pitched, distorted and ghostly.

"Shut up" I yelled, crying and covering my ears with both hands "You're dead, and nothing you do can change that! You're dead, damn it!" I scream, "You're dead, Rachel."

Now, in Rachel's place was an anthropomorphic figure in an almost inhuman posture. It had three yellow eyes, and a crimson liquid was flowing from its mouth as it snarled. This creature was the embodiment of fear, terror, and disgust in one individual.

I froze, I was terrified, I wanted to scream but my vocal chords weren't working.

Another crash sounded and I looked at the table where the old man and the old woman were, now a couple of skeletons covered in cobwebs and dirt.

I was paralyzed, I wanted to run or scream in fear, but my limbs didn't respond. I heard the girl with the melodious voice humming a song again, my blood ran cold when I heard it. It was the same song I heard when I came here, it was in an unknown language.

Again, the whispering voice warned me:

"Run without looking back, it's the only way to save your soul"

As soon as I managed to move, I ran to the front door and tried to open it, but it didn't work. I pushed it and it fell to the ground, causing another roar.

I ran as if I had seen the devil himself. I ran non-stop through the whole neighborhood, covering my ears not to hear those deafening screams, I just wanted to get out of that damn infernal house.

I looked back again and I was already far away from that house, but I was still running non-stop.

Because I wasn't looking where I was going, I bumped into someone and we both fell to the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed the person I bumped into as he quickly got up from the ground, and immediately gave me his hand to help me get up from the concrete floor. "Are you okay?"

"It wasn't your fault." I took his hand and shook my head as I cleared my vision. The stranger with amber eyes looked at me with a look of concern and confusion "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you" I said as I breathed heavily. I had blood running down my face and arms. And my shirt was soaked with blood.

"Are you okay? Did you get mugged? Do you want me to call the police or an ambulance?" the guy asked as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. His eyes showed concern.

I realized that I no longer heard the screams, now for some reason I felt peace and tranquility with the presence of this guy.

"Don't worry. I'm fine," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"May I know what you were running from?" The guy asked worriedly.

"I'm sure you probably think I'm crazy, but I-I'm escaping from a haunted house," I explained nervously, "There was a demon, some old people who turned into skeletons," I paused to catch my breath, "and... and a girl humming a song in an ancient language.

"Haunted house?" He frowned.

"Yes," I agreed.

"Oh, I know which one you're talking about," he pointed at the house with his index finger. "It's the one where an old couple lives or used to live. Legend has it that anyone who goes in there doesn't come out alive, they say that anyone who goes in there will be eaten to death by a supposed demon with a scythe".

He looked me straight in the eye and smiled slightly, "This street is cursed, every family that moves there always ends up broken, they have accidents, or sometimes houses catch fire for no apparent reason. And many other things that inexplicably happen on that particular street"

I froze when I heard the stranger's words.

"But it's just a legend, no one has ever dared to go there. The townspeople call it 'Allen's Haunted House' or just 'The Curse of 34th Street' or something like that." He made quotation marks with his fingers, "You're not from around here, are you?" He smiled again, "No one knows exactly what the curse is about, they just say that whoever goes there will die. And no one has ever lived to tell the tale."

I didn't answer anything, I still hadn't processed everything. everything.

"Hey... I... if you want, I can take you to the hospital. You don't look good at all," the guy said, looking at me with a worried expression.

"I'm fine, thanks," I forced a smile and shook his hand in thanks.

"Blake, stop talking to strangers and let's go," said the brown-haired boy who was leaning on the motorcycle at the side of the road while looking at his cell phone. "We're going to be late and it's going to be your fault, idiot."

"Bye!" the guy with the amber eyes said cheerfully, then gave me a big smile.

I sighed and continued to walk slowly through the streets of this dark, deserted city. The moon was bright, almost as bright as the headlights along the street, and they gave this town a little bit of life.

I was breathing hard and my whole body was aching. I had a very bad feeling. Although, after everything that happened in the haunted house, nothing worse could happen to me, right?

In one of the houses, I saw a flower box with tulips. I immediately remembered Rachel, it was her favorite flower.

«"The same day I learned of her death, I had planned to declare my love for her after years of being best friends. That day, I decided to risk breaking the friendship because it was likely that the feeling was not mutual. I bought her a bouquet of red roses and her favorite candy."»

«"I had always loved her that way, but I never had the courage to tell her, I always wanted her beautiful eyes to look at me, but it never happened."»

«"To this day it was not understood why I had made the decision to end her life, but I still had this open wound. I felt so guilty about what had happened that I couldn't realize in time what I wanted to do to save her."»

I shook my head to dispel those thoughts and continued walking.

I felt a chill and a deep smell of sulfur again. I frowned in confusion and looked up.

I was standing right in front of the haunted house, again.

"What?" I said in disbelief, shaking with fear again, "This can't be.

It was the same scene as when I walked down the street an hour ago, the same women in the same place with the same expression on their faces. The same child running, playing with a ball. And the redhead watering the plants.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and as I shivered, I took my cell phone out of my pocket and unlocked it to check the time. I frowned in confusion when I saw that it was still 11:03 p.m.

I looked at my wristwatch, which had the glass cracked, and it too was stopped at the exact same time.

I did the same route several times and ended up in the same place.

"What?- This can't be" I said nervously.

I was startled to hear a voice speaking to me. I turned around carefully.

"Apparently you're not welcome here..." said the girl who had addressed me, "If they ask you your name, don't answer, don't say it three times. If you do, you will be trapped in an endless loop until you die," she warned, deadly serious.

The girl looked very gloomy, her gaze was dull and indifferent. Her eyes were black as night. Her gaze reminded me of the old man in the straw hat. There were very dark purple shadows under his eyes, contrasting with his skin, which was as white as milk. Her short black hair was at her neck. It moved in the cold wind. She had a black umbrella that she carried unfolded even though there was no rain. Her presence made me shiver, I suddenly felt very cold. She was terrifying.

"Who the hell are you and how do I get out of here?" I asked defensively, frowning.

"I don't know" she shrugged "The legend only says how to get in, not how to get out. Try to think of a way before midnight, or your soul will be trapped here forever."

"And how do you know that?" I raised an eyebrow, "Are you a ghost or something?" I asked and took a step towards her. "You don't seem to be in the loop yourself, brat.

"Call me a brat again and I'll chop your head off," she threatened with a serious and obviously angry expression, "How did you get here?"

"Are you a policeman? I don't think so, you don't look any older than me," I said in a mocking tone, and she gave me a bad look again, "Stop asking me so many questions."

"The legend says that something very shady and dark happened in this house, and that anyone who enters it will die without being able to do anything," she said.

I just looked at her without saying anything, I didn't trust her at all. She was very scary.

"I hope you make it out of this city," the strange girl said. "If you don't, you will probably become one of the hundreds of ghosts in the city, and your fate will be to wander aimlessly around the city for eternity.

I remained with my mouth agape, unable to utter a word, and took a deep breath to calm myself.

The stranger left me with many questions that I probably wouldn't know the answers to.

Who was she? How could she slip in and out of the loop like it was nothing?

I felt short of breath, like I was choking. My hands were shaking and tingling. Everything was spinning around me and I couldn't move. Thousands of questions went through my mind in a matter of few seconds.

«What if I didn't make it out of here by midnight? What would happen to me? Will I die here? Will I wander this city forever?»

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, I managed to calm down and catch my breath.

I looked around and found nothing, so I went to the other side and sat down on the grass. I looked at the rose bushes beside me, they were black and withered. I sat here and waited until it was 12:00.

"To get out of here, you have to perform a ritual with the scythe in front of the haunted house," a woman said in a quiet voice.

I let out a small cry of fear and turned to where the voice was coming from. was coming from.

There was an middle aged woman with silver hair, dressed in a light purple dress with a hood of the same color covering her head, giving off a mystical and magical vibe.

"Who are you?" I said in shock and frowned, "Since when are you staring at me?"

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Zarah and I'm a witch or sorceress, whatever you want to call me." she smiled, "I've been watching you since you came to town"

I looked at her suspiciously and sighed. Can you fly a broom?" I asked.

She laughed, she had an ugly laugh. "No, that only happens in fairy tales. Do you want to get out of here?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"When you entered the house, you fell into the loop. Did you touch the scythe or say your name three times?" she asked, her purple cloak flapping in the wind.

"What does the damn scythe have to do with anything?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's the cursed object in the house," Zarah replied.

"So... I have to go back there, touch the scythe and then I can get out? Sounds easy" I smiled relieved.

"Wait, child," she sighed with a serious expression, "it's anything but easy. You have to bring me some ingredients for the ritual."

"What do I have to do?" I sigh.

The woman went into her house and returned with a net in her hand, she held it out to me and I took it as I looked at her in confusion.

"Go catch a crow," she commanded.

"A...crow?" I asked.

"Yes, a crow," she replied a little annoyed.

"I've never hunted or caught anything before," I sighed.

"This is your lucky day, today you will learn how to hunt," she smiled.

I walked over to some trees and hid behind some bushes. I stared at one of the crows, the small animal walking slowly in front of the bushes.

I carefully stretched out the net and caught it. The animal screeched and moved wildly, trying to get free.

When I had caught it, I ran back to Zarah, the Witch's house.

Breathing heavily, I handed the animal to her.

She took a dagger out of her bag and gutted the crow with it.

It was paralyzed, just staring at her.

Then, with the animal's entrails, she drew a pentagram on the floor.

I gagged in disgust watching the witch do this, but I just stared at her, waiting for another command. I just wanted to get out of here.

"Go to the haunted house and bring the scythe to the pentagram," she commanded.

I ran to the infernal house and approached it cautiously. I took the scythe with both hands and tried to lift it. But it was very heavy, as heavy as a car. So I began to drag it.

I heard Rachel's screams, moans, noises, and the somber song sung by that melodious voice. I felt like I was on the edge.

With every step I took, the scythe became heavier. I kept walking, dragging the scythe with all my strength.

I heard hooves on the ground and high-pitched grunts. I froze as I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me back.

"Hurry, it will be midnight soon and you will be trapped!" Zarah warned.

The ghostly screams of the creature pretending to be Rachel pierced my ears and drove me mad.

I wanted to use it on myself. Tears were on my cheeks.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I wanted to use the scythe on myself. The ghostly screams and the horde of memories had me on the verge of madness.

I screamed and raised the scythe to my neck.

"Ray, stop, don't do it," Zarah screamed in fear. "The demon is controlling you, stop it!" "Ray!"

Zarah's cries brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes and the scythe was at my throat. I had managed to make a flesh wound and was bleeding, my breathing was fast. My nose was bleeding.

I dropped the scythe and fell to my knees on the ground.

"You're almost there, Ray. Keep going!" Zarah encouraged.

I pulled myself up as best I could, I had many injuries. It hurt to even breathe. I wiped the blood from my nose with my forearm.

I picked up the scythe and began to pull it. The scythe was very heavy, I could hardly move it.

I managed to get to the middle of the road where Zarah was.

Zarah handed me the same dagger she had used to disembowel the crow, and motioned for me to make a cut in the palm of my hand. into the palm of my hand.

I took the dagger with my trembling hand, opened my hand, and made a cross in my palm. Blood began to gush out.

"There is only one more step, I need something of great value to you to make a connection between you and the ritual," Zarah said as she looked at me. Her eyes fell on my necklace.

"My necklace?" I asked unconsciously.

"Yes, that will work."

I nodded and took the necklace off and handed it to her.

"Stand in the middle of the staff." She ordered.

I walked to the pentagram drawn in the middle of the road with the raven's guts, it was surrounded by black candles. I was terrified of all this, but it was the only way to get out of here.

"It won't be in vain, with this Rachel can finally be free" She opened a grimoire and began to leaf through its pages.

"H-how do you know this?" I said with watery eyes and a frown on my face.

"She told me," she said with a smile, "That girl loved you very much, Ray. In fact, she's always taken care of you. She's always behind you, protecting you."

I was speechless and felt my heart beating fast.

Zarah began to sing some songs in an unknown language while dancing with some branches around the pentagram surrounded by candles.

I followed all the witch's movements with my eyes. my eyes, my brow furrowed.

Then she stopped dancing and stood in front of me. The whites of her eyes were completely black, she looked very frightening. She began to make some hand signs while reciting some words.

I felt a twinge of headache, it was an excruciating pain. I let out a groan of pain. My vision became blurry and my nose started bleeding again. Everything around me was spinning. All I could hear was Zarah chanting nonsense.

My eyes closed and I fell to the ground unconscious.

•••

I felt as if I had been beaten, and my head also hurt a lot. It was an unbearable pain. I touched my forehead and looked at my hand. My hand came out drenched in blood, apparently I had hit my head.

I groaned in pain and got up from the floor, disoriented, I didn't know where I was and I couldn't remember anything. In the distance I saw a small town of opaque colors with yellow headlights.

It was a dark and gloomy forest, my blood froze at the thought of entering it.

For some reason, it looked familiar. My eyes were drawn to an entrance sign that read:

"Welcome to Raven's Town."

It was splattered with blood, and the palm of one hand was scarred. She also had a skeleton of a prop, which sat reclining at the signal.

"I feel like I've been dreaming for a long time."

I felt a hand on my neck and turned around. A black-haired, gloomy looking girl was standing in front of the forest. She was carrying a black umbrella and smiling eerily.

She also looked strangely familiar, so I took a step back. She was terrifying, her presence made me shudder.

"The ritual didn't work, Ray," she smiled sinisterly, "You're going to have to get used to my presence, dear."

"What are you talking about?" I looked at her in horror.

"I will be with you until the day you die, and I will take possession of your soul when you die, I will take you with me to hell." She said with the same sinister smile as she walked towards me.

"What are you talking about? You're crazy." I took several steps back in fear, "Who the hell are you? Get away!" I screamed in fear.

"Who am I?" she let out a small laugh, and continued with an ear-to-ear grin, "I am the true form of the Scythe Demon." She sneered, "Don't look me in the eye, brat. I am superior to you." She said with a threatening look.

I didn't understand anything, I lifted my motorcycle from the ground, got on it, started it and quickly escaped from this dark place and this sinister woman.

THE END.