I’m so sorry for what I’ve done, for the mistake I made. I never meant to cause any harm, but my actions have caused me to suffer the consequences.
It all started when I was walking through a nearby old cemetery one night. I was looking for a way to make amends for my mistake and I thought that maybe I would find some answers there. Little did I know, I was about to find something much more sinister.
As I walked through the graveyard, I noticed a strange figure lurking in the shadows. When I got closer, it revealed itself to be a tall, gaunt man wearing a hooded robe and carrying a staff. He beckoned me to follow him, so I did.
He led me to a crypt near the back of the cemetery. We entered the dark and damp crypt and he began to tell me a tale of horror. He said that hundreds of years ago, a powerful witch had made her home in this crypt and cursed the entire cemetery. Anyone who dared to enter the graveyard was cursed to suffer a horrible fate.
He said that if I wanted to break the curse, I had to find the witch’s remains and put them to rest. He warned me that it wouldn’t be easy, but that the rewards would be great if I could succeed. I thanked him for the warning and set off into the crypt to find the witch’s remains.
I searched for what seemed like hours before finally finding a small box containing the witch’s bones. As soon as I touched the box, a loud screeching noise filled the crypt and the ground shook violently. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a horde of undead creatures emerged from their tombs and surrounded me.
I knew I had to act fast if I wanted to survive. I grabbed the box and ran as fast as I could out of the crypt, narrowly avoiding the creatures’ reach. When I finally made it out of the cemetery, I collapsed in exhaustion and relief.
I realized my mistake too late and now have to live with the consequences of my actions. All I can do now is hope that by putting the witch’s remains to rest, I have broken her curse and saved other unsuspecting souls from suffering a similar fate.