The Serpent-Woman’s Curse

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Summary

One rainy night, we broke my father’s dying rule and took in a stranger. I led my brother to her room. What followed was our town’s shared sin. The woman died with a warning: “Don’t eat the meat.” We didn’t listen. When fleshy worms swarmed our walls, the whole town feasted. Then, everyone began to swell—pregnant with a wriggling, nameless horror. The blind seer they hired died entwined with those same worms. My uncle, the disgraced medium, tried to save us with his blood. They ate him too. A cold exorcist, Mr. Feng, arrived. He saw the vengeful spirit festering in our soil and in our souls. He spoke of “killing one to save a hundred,” his methods as ruthless as the evil he fought. My uncle’s final gift, a jade pendant, hid a darker purpose: a scheme to steal my body for his own renewal. Caught between a serpent-woman’s ancient curse, a hypocrite’s sacrifice, and an exorcist’s merciless calculus, I realized no one was coming to save us. We had sown this harvest ourselves. In the end, there was only me, the last survivor, and her. She told me her family always remembers. She told me they always collect. This is a story of silence, complicity, and the price that comes due.

Genre
Horror
Author
Gray
Status
Complete
Chapters
21
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

My Father Had Been Killing Serpents His Whole Life.

Before he died, he made my mother promise that if anyone came seeking shelter on a rainy day, she would never let them stay the night.

My mother kept that vow. But after my father passed, she forgot all about it.

So, on a stormy day, my mother took in a woman for the night.

in the darkness, led my brother to her room.


The next day, the woman emerged holding onto the doorframe.

Her legs were twisted as if fused together.

As soon as she came out, my brother beat her.

The terrified woman looked at my brother, tears in her eyes, and pleaded, “Please, let me go home... please...”

I looked at the woman and swallowed hard.

She probably didn’t know that her delicate, pathetic appearance was a fatal temptation in the eyes of a man.

Sure enough, my brother licked his lips, ignored her pleas, and threw her back onto the bed.

Listening to the screams from the room,

My mother spat on the ground. “Stop pretending. You’re probably loving it.”