#WritcoStoryPrompt11
The village well as eerie even by the day. Stories of horror revolved around it. But nothing deterred me and my friends to explore it on that moonless, winter night…
Pine trees grew around it giving it an ambience of a forest cold wind blew in our faces, trying to give shiver through our spines we got to the deserted part of the village, the home for all ghost stories. the deafening silence got louder and louder. There were Latin words inscribed on rocks, symbols that signify dead. we were on the cursed lands as per the stories, the lands were the troubled souls goes
for their deep slumber. I saw something shining in the sand, we digged a little bit, I couldn't express myself it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my lifetime. It was a locket covered in gold, stones like diamonds adorned it, those eye binding stones showed an instant connection to me, my friends was equally surprised and clueless as I was, the rock beside was carved in Latin. "The ones who got in these sacred lands to seek answers should pay with their life" we would have left the locket there if we knew what was comming.



will be continued....
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