The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin. But not from above like the people expected. No, it came from below.
They had dug the grave too shallow, and the evil sinews of his rotting muscle and bone seeped into the ground, anchoring itself deep within the soil.
Every crop would fail.
All the flowers would wilt.
Grass would die and birds would no longer sing.
The trees would lose their leaves and not regrow them come spring.
He had stained the cheeks of the earth as unholy ground.
The town; it was already dying too.
The seed of his devilishness would haunt them for decades to come. Though they had rid the town of his physical presence, his hellish influence would continue. He had kept his dying curse – You can never get rid of me…
By Sarah ©2017
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