The cursed forest

A group of tramper’s adventure into a thick timber, but soon realize that they have made a grave mistake. The timber is accursed , and every step they take brings them near to their doom. They must find a way to break the curse before it's too late.

Once upon a time, in the heart of a thick timber, there was a group of trampers. They were a group of five musketeers who decided to venture into the timber for an adventure. Little did they know, they were about to enter a accursed timber, a place where no bone

had ever returned from.

As they hiked deeper into the timber, they began to feel uneasy. The air was thick and heavy, and the trees sounded to close in on them. The catcalls stopped chittering, and there was an creepy silence that girdled them.

They tried to push through, but the timber sounded to be alive, nearly like it was watching them. Suddenly, one of the trampers stumbled upon a strange gemstone. It had strange markings on it, and it felt like it was palpitating with a strange energy.

As they examined the gemstone, they suddenly heard a loud howl in the distance. It sounded like a wolf, but it was much too deep and menacing. The group tried to run, but the timber sounded to have a mind of its own. The trees began to move, and the ground began to shake.

As they ran deeper into the timber, they stumbled upon a strange balcony. It was made of bones and craniums , and it sounded to be the source of the curse. Suddenly, they heard a voice, a voice that sounded to come from the balcony.

" Who dares disturb the accursed timber?" the voice boomed.

The trampers tried to speak, but their voices were stuck in their throats. They were firmed in fear as the voice continued to speak.

" You have transgressed into my sphere, and for that, you'll pay. You'll be cursed to wander this timber for all eternity."

The group tried to run, but they could not move. Suddenly, the ground opened up, and they were plunged into darkness.

When they woke up, they were in a strange place. It was a dark and damp delve

, and the walls were covered in strange markings. They tried to leave, but the delve

sounded to have no end.

As they wandered deeper into the delve

, they began to hear strange whispers. They could not make out what was being said, but it sounded like a language they had noway heard before.

Suddenly, they heard a loud laugh, and they knew that they weren't alone. They tried to run, but they were girdled by darkness. They could hear steps closing in on them, and they knew that their time was running out.

They eventually stumbled upon a door, and they knew that it was their only chance to escape. They tried to open it, but it was locked. Suddenly, they heard the voice again.

" You'll noway leave this timber. You're accursed , and you'll wander then for all eternity."

The trampers knew that they had to break the curse if they were ever to leave the timber. They searched for a way to break the curse and stumbled upon an ancient book. It had instructions on how to break the curse, but it was written in a strange language.

They had to restate the book, and it took them weeks. Eventually, they were suitable to decrypt the instructions, and they performed the ritual.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and the darkness lifted. They were no longer in the accursed timber. They had broken the curse, and they were free.

The group left the accursed timber, noway to return again. They knew that they had hardly escaped their doom, and they were thankful for their freedom. They advised others noway to venture into the accursed timber, for they knew that it was a place of death and destruction.

Despite their relief at escaping the accursed timber, the trampers could not shake the feeling that commodity was still watching them. They knew that the curse had been lifted, but they could not help but feel like they were being followed.

Days turned into weeks, and the trampers tried to return to their normal lives. But the recollections of the accursed timber visited them, and they could not forget the horrors that they had witnessed.

One day, one of the trampers entered a strange letter in the correspondence. It had no return address and no hand, but it was written in the same strange language as the ancient book that they had set up in the accursed timber.

The letter contained a warning, a warning that the curse wasn't truly broken. It stated that they had only lifted the face position of the curse and that there was still a deeper curse that was lurking beneath the face.

The trampers were scarified. They knew that they had to return to the accursed timber to break the deeper curse. They tried to move themselves that it was just a coexistence, but they could not shake the feeling that they were being called back to the timber.

Reluctantly, they set out on the trip back to the accursed timber. They tried to prepare themselves for the worst, but they had no idea what was staying for them.

As they entered the timber, they noticed that everything was different. The trees sounded darker, and the air was heavier than ahead. The timber sounded to be alive, and it was as if it was trying to keep them from breaking the curse.

They searched for the balcony, and when they eventually set up it, they began to perform the ritual. But as they spoke the words, they realized that commodity was wrong.

The ground began to shake, and the sky turned dark. The trees started to move, and the howls of wolves echoed through the timber. They knew that they had made a grave mistake, and that they were trapped formerly again.

The trampers tried to run, but they were girdled by darkness. The curse was indeed stronger than ahead, and they were no match for its power. They were plunged into a world of agonies, and they knew that they might noway escape.

Days turned into weeks, and the trampers lost all sense of time. They were tortured by the curse, and they were forced to face their worst fears. They knew that they were cursed to wander the timber for all eternity, and that there was no escape.

The accursed timber had claimed another victim, and the trampers were doomed to spend the rest of their lives trapped in its grasp.

The accursed timber had won, and the trampers were lost to its power ever. No bone

knows what happed to them, and their fate remains a riddle.

The accursed timber still stands, and it still claims the lives of those who dare to venture into its depths. The ancient curse that had been placed upon it centuries agone

remains unbroken, and it'll continue to hang anyone who enters its sphere.

still, heed this warning stay down, If you ever find yourself near the accursed timber. The curse is real, and it'll claim your soul if you dare to enter its grasp.