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I don't even know where to begin. 2025 has been rough and full of so much loss and so many changes. I should be back for good this time as there's not much left to lose. 

I've wanted writing to work out so much, and with a very demanding job that takes 60+ hours a week, it's been difficult. I keep hoping that I'll catch that one big break (I mean, others have gotten it because their books were awful so.....)

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Day 25: The Final Toll

The dawn was creeping over the horizon, casting the faintest glow on the snow-covered clearing, but it brought no warmth, no comfort. The air was still cold, thick with the weight of everything that had happened. Megan sat on the edge of the clearing, staring down at the two bells—the first still intact, the second broken and scattered across the snow. The creature’s body lay motionless, its skeletal form half-buried beneath the blanket of snow. But even in death, the darkness around it felt alive, as if it were waiting to strike again.

Tom was beside her, his breath slow and steady as he leaned back against a tree, his face still pale but no longer marked by the curse. The dark veins that had once crawled across his skin had disappeared, and though he looked exhausted, there was a sense of peace in his expression—an understanding that they had survived.

But Megan couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to her like a shadow. The creature might be gone, but the bells—the source of the curse—still remained. And as long as they did, the nightmare wasn’t truly over.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the first bell, the cold metal biting into her skin. The bell felt heavier than it had before, as if it carried the weight of everything that had happened—every moment of terror, every close call, every brush with death. She turned it over in her hands, staring at the strange symbols etched into the surface, and her mind raced with questions.

How had the bells come to be? What power had created them, and what had bound the creature to them? And most importantly, could they truly be destroyed?

Tom stirred beside her, his voice soft and weak. "What are we going to do with them?"

Megan’s chest tightened as she looked at him, her mind spinning. "I don’t know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "The creature’s gone, but the bells... they’re still here. The curse is still here."

Tom’s eyes flickered toward the bells, his expression filled with unease. "Do you think it’ll come back?"

Megan swallowed hard, her throat tight. "Maybe. I don’t know. But as long as the bells exist, I think there’s a chance it could."

Tom let out a shaky breath, his gaze drifting to the broken pieces of the second bell. "We destroyed one of them. Maybe we can destroy the other one too."

Megan stared at the first bell in her hands, her heart racing. They had shattered the second bell, but it hadn’t been easy. The curse had fought back, and the destruction of the bell had unleashed something powerful—something dangerous. She wasn’t sure what would happen if they destroyed the last bell, but she knew it wouldn’t be simple.

"I’m afraid of what’ll happen if we do," Megan said quietly, her voice trembling. "Destroying the second bell made things worse. What if destroying this one... makes it come back stronger?"

Tom’s face paled, and he looked down at his hands. "Then what do we do? We can’t just leave them here."

Megan’s heart ached as she looked out at the clearing, her breath fogging in the cold air. Leaving the bells intact felt like a death sentence—an invitation for the curse to return. But destroying them felt just as dangerous, if not more so. The curse had a way of clinging to them, wrapping itself around their lives like a suffocating blanket, and Megan couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter what they did, the bells would always find a way back.

But they had to try.

"We have to destroy it," Megan said finally, her voice trembling but firm. "We can’t let the curse survive. We have to finish this."

Tom’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence between them. The weight of their decision hung in the air, thick and suffocating, but there was no other choice. They had to end it.

Tom nodded slowly, his face pale but resolute. "Okay. Let’s do it."

Megan’s heart raced as she stood up, her hands trembling as she held the first bell tightly. The creature’s body was still lying in the snow, but even in death, it seemed to radiate darkness—a reminder of the power that had been bound to the bells for centuries.

She knelt in the snow beside the broken pieces of the second bell, her breath catching in her throat as she looked at the intact bell in her hands. The last time she had destroyed one of the bells, the ground had shaken, the wind had howled, and the creature had grown more powerful. But she had no choice. She had to try again.

Megan took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she raised the bell above her head. The cold metal gleamed faintly in the morning light, and for a moment, she hesitated.

"What if this makes it worse?" Megan asked, her voice trembling.

Tom stepped forward, his hand resting on her shoulder. "We don’t have a choice. We have to end it. Whatever happens... we’ll face it together."

Megan swallowed hard, her throat tight with fear. She nodded, her grip tightening on the bell as she steeled herself for what was to come. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she brought the bell down with all her strength.

The sound of metal striking metal rang out across the clearing, sharp and loud, and the bell shattered in her hands. The pieces scattered across the snow, glinting in the early morning light, and for a moment, everything was still.

Megan held her breath, her heart racing as she waited for the ground to tremble, for the wind to howl, for the darkness to surge forward and reclaim them.

But nothing happened.

The air was still, the forest quiet. The oppressive weight that had pressed down on them for so long seemed to lift, and for the first time since they had arrived at the cabin, Megan felt like she could breathe again.

She let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she dropped the broken pieces of the bell. The cold metal clattered against the snow, but the sound felt distant, as if the curse’s hold on them had finally loosened.

Tom exhaled, his shoulders sagging with relief as he knelt beside her. "Is it... is it over?"

Megan’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked around the clearing, her breath coming in slow, steady gasps. The creature was gone, the bells were shattered, and the darkness that had surrounded them for so long seemed to have receded.

But even as relief washed over her, a sense of unease lingered.

The curse had been ancient, powerful, and relentless. It had clung to them with a force that seemed unbreakable, and Megan couldn’t shake the feeling that they had only scratched the surface of its true power.

But for now, they had won.

Megan stood up slowly, her legs trembling as she stepped away from the broken pieces of the bells. The cold air bit at her skin, but for the first time in days, it didn’t feel oppressive. It felt... normal.

She turned to Tom, her heart heavy but hopeful. "I think it’s over."

Tom looked at her, his face pale but his eyes filled with relief. "We did it."

Megan nodded, but the unease in her chest wouldn’t fade. She glanced at the scattered pieces of the bells, her mind racing. They had destroyed the bells, but the curse had been so deeply rooted in their lives. Could it truly be gone?

The wind stirred around them, gentle and soft, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and snow. The shadows that had once loomed so large over the clearing had faded, and the oppressive darkness that had followed them for so long seemed to have disappeared.

But even as Megan and Tom stood together, their hands clasped, a faint sound echoed in the distance.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was soft, almost imperceptible, carried on the breeze like a distant memory.

Megan’s breath caught in her throat as her heart raced, the sound sending a chill through her entire body. She turned toward the forest, her eyes scanning the tree line, but there was nothing—no movement, no sign of the creature.

But the sound was there. Faint, but unmistakable.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Megan’s chest tightened as she looked at Tom, her voice trembling. "Did you hear that?"

Tom’s eyes widened, his face paling as the realization set in. "Yeah," he whispered. "I did."

For a long moment, neither of them moved, their eyes locked on the forest. The tap, tap, tap continued, growing fainter as the wind carried it away, until finally, it disappeared altogether, leaving only the stillness of the morning behind.

Megan’s heart pounded in her chest as she turned back to Tom, her voice barely a whisper. "What do we do now?"

Tom swallowed hard, his hand squeezing hers. "We keep moving. We don’t stop."

Megan nodded, her chest tight with fear and uncertainty. The creature was gone, the bells destroyed, but the curse’s shadow still loomed large over their lives. They had survived—this time—but Megan knew that the darkness would always be with them, lurking just beyond the edge of the light, waiting for its moment to return.

But for now, they were free.

And that was enough.

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Day 24: The Creature's Wrath

The earth shook violently beneath Megan’s feet, sending shockwaves through the frozen ground, and the air was thick with a suffocating energy that seemed to pulse in rhythm with the tremors. Her heart raced as she stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on the shattered pieces of the bell in the snow. The ancient, tarnished metal lay broken, its dark, twisted power momentarily silenced. But instead of relief, a sense of dread washed over her—heavy and cold, like a shadow stretching across the clearing.

Then, cutting through the deafening rumble of the earth, came the sound that made Megan’s blood run cold.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was louder this time, more deliberate. The tapping reverberated through the clearing like the beat of a war drum, echoing in her chest, and each tap sent a shiver crawling down her spine.

The creature was coming.

Megan’s breath hitched as she turned to Tom, who was wide-eyed and pale, his body trembling as the dark veins pulsed violently beneath his skin. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, and Megan could see the panic rising in his eyes.

"We need to move," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Now."

Tom didn’t respond right away, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The destruction of the bell had changed something—awakened a new, more terrible part of the curse. The creature wasn’t just lurking in the shadows anymore. It was here.

"Megan..." Tom’s voice cracked, his words barely audible. "I don’t... I don’t think I can..."

Megan’s chest tightened as she grabbed his arm, pulling him toward her. "We don’t have a choice! We have to get out of here!"

The ground beneath them lurched again, and a deafening crack echoed through the forest as one of the trees at the edge of the clearing split down the middle, its thick trunk snapping like a toothpick. The wind whipped through the trees, howling like a living thing, and the oppressive darkness that surrounded them seemed to shift, closing in on them with every passing second.

And then, from the shadows, it appeared.

The creature stepped into the clearing, its twisted, skeletal form illuminated by the faint, pale light of the moon. It was taller than Megan remembered, its long, thin limbs contorted at impossible angles, and its hollow, black eyes gleamed with a sick, twisted hunger. Its skin was pale and stretched tightly over its bones, and its mouth, a gaping, jagged maw, curled into a grotesque smile.

It moved slowly, deliberately, its skeletal fingers tapping against its side as it approached, each step echoing through the clearing like a death knell. The air around it seemed to crackle with dark energy, and Megan could feel the weight of its presence pressing down on her like a vice.

"Two souls," the creature hissed, its voice a low, guttural growl that sent shivers through her entire body. "Two bells... two souls."

Megan’s pulse quickened as she stepped back, her heart racing in her chest. The creature’s gaze was locked on her, its hollow eyes gleaming with dark amusement. It was closer now, more powerful than before, and Megan could feel the full weight of the curse bearing down on her.

The creature raised one of its long, twisted arms, pointing a skeletal finger toward Tom. "He is mine," it whispered, its voice dripping with malice. "The bells have marked him."

Tom’s breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wide with terror as the dark veins spread further across his body, creeping up his neck and down his arms like a web of shadows. He stumbled backward, his legs shaking beneath him, but the creature’s gaze never wavered.

"No!" Megan shouted, her voice breaking. "You can’t have him!"

The creature tilted its head slightly, its smile widening. "The bells have already chosen," it hissed, its voice filled with dark satisfaction. "He belongs to me."

Megan’s chest tightened, panic rising in her throat. She couldn’t lose Tom. Not like this. They had fought so hard, survived so much, only to be trapped again by the curse. But she wouldn’t let the creature take him. She couldn’t.

Without thinking, Megan raised the first bell—the only one still intact—and rang it.

The sharp, piercing sound cut through the air like a knife, and for a moment, the creature recoiled, its body flickering and distorting as the sound tore through it. The wind seemed to still, the oppressive darkness retreating slightly, and Megan felt a brief flicker of hope.

But the creature wasn’t done.

With a bone-chilling screech, it lunged forward, moving with a speed that took Megan by surprise. Its long, skeletal fingers wrapped around Tom’s wrist, and Megan could see the dark veins on his skin pulse violently, as if the curse itself was responding to the creature’s touch.

Tom let out a strangled cry, his body convulsing as the creature’s grip tightened, and Megan could see the life draining from his eyes. The creature was taking him—claiming him, just as it had promised.

"Stop!" Megan screamed, her voice breaking as she rushed toward them, her hands shaking as she rang the bell again. "Let him go!"

The bell rang out once more, the sharp sound reverberating through the clearing, and the creature snarled in anger, its grip loosening slightly. But it wasn’t enough. The bell had weakened the creature, but it hadn’t broken its hold.

Megan’s mind raced as she looked at the broken pieces of the second bell lying in the snow. The destruction of the bell had changed something—given the creature more power, but also made it vulnerable. She had to find a way to use that to her advantage.

Desperation clawed at her as she knelt down in the snow, frantically gathering the shattered pieces of the second bell. The cold metal bit into her fingers, but she didn’t care. She had to do something—anything—to stop the creature from taking Tom.

With trembling hands, Megan held up the broken pieces of the bell, her mind spinning. The second bell had been part of the curse, just like the first. If destroying it had given the creature more power, maybe using it again—together with the first bell—could weaken it enough to break its hold.

Megan’s heart raced as she raised the first bell in one hand and clutched the broken pieces of the second in the other. She had no idea if this would work, no idea if it would even make a difference. But it was the only chance she had.

Taking a deep breath, Megan rang the first bell and slammed the broken pieces of the second bell together.

The sound that followed was unlike anything she had ever heard. It was a low, resonant tone that seemed to vibrate through the very fabric of the air, shaking the ground beneath her feet. The wind howled around them, the darkness swirling violently, and the creature let out a deafening screech as its body flickered and distorted.

The shadows around the creature seemed to pulse with energy, writhing and twisting as if they were being torn apart. The dark veins on Tom’s skin pulsed violently, but then—slowly—they began to recede.

Megan’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the creature stagger backward, its skeletal form flickering in and out of the shadows. The curse’s hold was weakening.

But it wasn’t gone.

With one final, agonized scream, the creature lunged forward, its twisted fingers reaching for Megan. The darkness around it crackled with energy, and Megan could feel the weight of the curse pressing down on her, suffocating her with its cold, relentless power.

But she didn’t back down.

With all the strength she had left, Megan rang the first bell one more time, slamming the broken pieces of the second bell together as hard as she could.

The sound that followed was deafening—a sharp, piercing ring that tore through the air like a blade. The creature let out a bone-chilling wail, its body flickering violently as the sound ripped through it.

And then, with a final, shuddering breath, the creature collapsed into the snow.

The shadows around it dissolved, the oppressive darkness lifting as the air grew still. The ground beneath them stopped shaking, and the wind died down to a soft, gentle whisper. The creature’s twisted, skeletal form lay motionless in the snow, its hollow eyes staring blankly up at the sky.

It was over.

Megan’s chest heaved as she collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands were shaking, her body trembling from exhaustion and fear, but the creature was gone. The curse—at least for now—was broken.

Tom stumbled forward, his legs shaking beneath him as he fell to the ground beside her. The dark veins on his skin had disappeared, and his face, though pale, was no longer marked by the curse.

"Megan..." he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You did it."

Megan’s heart pounded in her chest as she reached out to him, tears welling up in her eyes. "We did it," she whispered, her voice breaking. "We’re free."

But even as she spoke, a sense of unease settled over her. The creature was gone, but the bells—the source of the curse—were still there. The first bell, still intact, lay in the snow beside her, and the broken pieces of the second bell glinted faintly in the moonlight.

They had survived. But the curse wasn’t truly gone.

Megan’s gaze drifted to the bells, her heart heavy with the weight of what they had done. They had weakened the creature, but they hadn’t destroyed it. And as long as the bells remained, the curse would always be there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike again.

But for now, they were free.

For now, they had won.

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Day 23: The Weight of the Curse

The wind howled through the trees, carrying with it a biting cold that cut through Megan’s coat and chilled her to the bone. The forest around them seemed alive with shadows, the branches above them swaying like skeletal hands reaching out from the darkness. Megan held the two bells tightly in her hands, her breath fogging in the frigid air. The keeper’s words echoed in her mind, each one hitting her like a hammer:

"The choice between your world and the creature."

It wasn’t a choice at all. It was a trap.

Tom was standing beside her, his face pale, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. The dark veins crawling up his neck were a stark reminder of how much time was running out. He was growing weaker with each passing minute, and Megan could see the toll the curse had taken on him. They couldn’t keep fighting the creature. Not like this.

"How do we make a decision like that?" Tom whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind. "How do we choose between letting that... thing loose on the world or being trapped with it forever?"

Megan’s heart tightened in her chest. She had been thinking the same thing. No matter which option they chose, the consequences would be catastrophic. The bells in her hands felt heavier than ever before, as if they carried the weight of the world itself. She couldn’t bear the thought of unleashing the creature on the world, of dooming innocent people to suffer the same fate they had endured. But she also couldn’t imagine a life trapped in the cabin, hunted by the creature for eternity.

"We can’t let it be free," Megan said softly, her voice trembling. "We have to keep it contained."

Tom shook his head, his face twisted with pain and fear. "But if we don’t destroy the bells... we’ll never get out of this. We’ll be trapped, forever."

Megan’s throat tightened as she looked at him, her mind racing. "We’ll find another way. There has to be something we haven’t figured out yet. Maybe the keeper isn’t telling us everything."

Tom let out a shaky breath, his eyes filled with desperation. "What if this is it, Megan? What if there is no other way?"

Megan stared down at the bells, her hands trembling. She couldn’t accept that. She couldn’t believe that this was their only option. But deep down, she knew Tom might be right. The curse was ancient, powerful, and unrelenting. They had been fighting it for days, and every time they thought they were getting closer to a solution, the creature grew stronger, the curse tightened its grip.

The keeper stood at the edge of the clearing, watching them with cold, emotionless eyes. His presence was unnerving, like a shadow that had taken on a human form. He had given them the information they needed, but Megan couldn’t shake the feeling that he was holding something back. There had to be more to the curse than what he was telling them.

"Why are you doing this?" Megan asked, her voice shaking. "Why are you helping us, but not giving us the full truth?"

The keeper’s lips curled into a faint, humorless smile. "I am bound by the same curse that binds you. My purpose is not to guide you to freedom, but to ensure the curse remains intact. The bells cannot be destroyed without consequence."

Tom’s eyes darkened with frustration. "So you want us to just sit here and let the creature hunt us? Forever?"

The keeper’s expression didn’t change. "That is the nature of the curse. Once you are marked, there is no escape."

Megan’s stomach twisted with anger and fear. "There has to be another way. There has to be something we can do."

The keeper’s cold gaze shifted to the bells in Megan’s hands. "You have the power to make a choice. Destroy the bells, and the creature will be released into your world, free to spread its darkness. Or keep them intact, and remain bound to the curse."

Megan’s heart raced as she stared at the bells, her mind reeling. The choice felt impossible—both options were terrible, both filled with unimaginable consequences. But they had to make a decision. The creature was out there, waiting, and they couldn’t afford to wait any longer.

Tom took a step closer to her, his voice filled with desperation. "Megan... I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep running. The creature is going to kill us eventually. If we destroy the bells... maybe we can at least get away from it."

Megan’s chest tightened. "But if we destroy the bells, we’ll be unleashing it on the world. We’ll be responsible for every life it takes."

Tom’s face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. "I don’t want to die, Megan. I don’t want to be trapped here forever."

Megan’s throat tightened as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t want to lose Tom. She didn’t want to face the rest of her life running from the creature, knowing that no matter how far they ran, it would always find them. But she also couldn’t bear the thought of unleashing the creature’s darkness on the world. The thought of countless innocent people suffering because of their decision made her feel sick.

The wind howled around them, the cold biting at their skin as the shadows seemed to pulse with dark energy. Megan’s heart raced as she looked from the bells in her hands to Tom’s face. He was right—they couldn’t keep running. But the cost of destroying the bells felt too high.

"What if..." Megan’s voice cracked as she struggled to find the words. "What if we destroy one bell?"

Tom’s eyes widened. "One bell?"

Megan swallowed hard, her pulse racing. "Maybe... if we destroy one bell, it’ll weaken the curse. It won’t free the creature completely, but it might give us a chance to fight it, to stop it before it breaks free entirely."

Tom stared at her, his brow furrowed. "Do you think that’ll work?"

Megan shook her head, her voice trembling. "I don’t know. But it’s a better option than destroying both and letting it loose on the world."

Tom hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between the two bells in her hands. The wind howled around them, and Megan could feel the darkness closing in, the oppressive weight of the curse pressing down on them.

"Okay," Tom said finally, his voice shaky. "Let’s try it."

Megan nodded, her hands trembling as she held the second bell in her hand. The thought of destroying it sent a wave of fear through her body. She had no idea what would happen—no idea if it would weaken the curse or make things worse. But they had to try something. They couldn’t keep living like this, hunted by the creature, trapped in its deadly game.

Megan knelt down in the snow, placing the second bell on the ground in front of her. Her breath fogged in the cold air as she looked up at Tom, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Tom nodded, his face pale. "Yeah."

Megan took a deep breath, her hands shaking as she raised a large stone she had found earlier. The weight of the decision pressed down on her, the fear of the unknown gnawing at her insides. She knew there was no going back after this. Once the bell was destroyed, the curse would be changed—one way or another.

With a sharp, determined breath, Megan brought the stone down on the bell.

The bell shattered with a deafening crack, the sound echoing through the forest like a gunshot. Megan flinched as the pieces of the bell scattered across the snow, the dark, ancient symbols etched into its surface glowing faintly before fading into nothingness.

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. The wind stopped, the shadows around them flickered, and the cold seemed to recede. Megan’s heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the broken bell, her mind racing.

And then, the ground trembled.

Megan’s breath caught in her throat as the earth beneath them shook violently, the trees swaying dangerously in the windless night. The air around them grew thick with energy, the oppressive weight of the curse pressing down on them with a force that made Megan’s knees buckle.

"What’s happening?" Tom shouted, his voice filled with panic.

Megan’s pulse raced as she scrambled to her feet, her mind spinning. "I don’t know!"

The wind returned with a vengeance, howling through the trees like a thousand voices screaming in unison. The ground continued to tremble, and Megan could feel the darkness in the air growing stronger, thicker, as if something was rising from the depths of the earth.

And then, from the shadows, came a sound that made Megan’s blood run cold.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The creature was coming.

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