The Cursed Village
The village was called Patua, but no one dared to go there. The once difficult village became a legendary place spoken in steaming tones, and his name referred to the hearts of those who heard it. Behind the village was a terrible story, with curses spreading like thick, omnipresent darkness in every corner of the village. No one who once entered the village returned. There was a story of the people who came in so as not to hinder them. Those who deliberated to venture near the edge of the forest could hear strange sounds at night, as if the country itself had whispered an old secret. Around the village were thick and dark forests, and at night a relaxed wind flowed through the trees, moaning as if the branches were suffering. Villagers often said that the wind is not just natural. They were the whispers of spirits that roamed the country. They spoke of the horrific spirits that could appear every night, and claimed a living soul. But everyone knew the cause of the fear: tragic and violent stories passed over generations.
