Destructive power

Eyes wild with terror, Ella watched as the dark figure slowly approached her bed. Her sister-in-law had succumbed to greed and envy, indulging in the dark arts to destroy her.

The plate of poisoned food had been only the beginning of the sinister spell. Sowing fear and sickness, the evil presence fed on her despair, dragging her down into an abyss of madness.

Sadistic laughter echoed off the walls as the shadowy apparition hovered over her, enveloping her in a putrid haze. Her face distorted into a grotesque grimace as she muttered, “Your soul belongs to me now.”

The healer had failed. Her prayers had only temporarily frightened away the demonic force summoned by her sister-in-law's corrosive envy.

She screamed piercingly as slimy tentacles began to choke her. The last words she managed to stammer before the blackness swallowed her was a plea for forgiveness to the family she had loved.

Her husband and children found nothing but an empty shell on the bed when they came, alerted by the screams. Their souls were scarred by the memory of those sunken, lifeless eyes, an eternal warning of the destructive power of greed.