There is a place in the city that few know its history. The space was used for many years as a warehouse and then as a shop. It is now a nightclub. It is well made on the outside, as it is wonderfully decorated on the inside, and the people who come in at night are entertained. Nothing indicates anything strange, and everything seems normal. However, few know its dark secret.
It’s cursed. Haunted by a man who trapped his soul in the place, he sold it years ago. He shed sweat, blood, and tears to make his dreams come true.
The person’s character is essential. It creates a space materially and spiritually. The first owner created a business from a plot of land, laid the first brick, and walked first on the site. As he gained power, he became greedy and cruel in his ambitious plans. He ruined many festivities, and families lost their jobs due to cutbacks, so they spit on his family name. He caused misery, and he never thought of the human soul.
In those holy days, the only wish of those wronged was that he would pay. Sins they knew and secrets they didn’t know. Thought can activate realities. They expected him to face his greedy self, loneliness, and the demons surrounding him. And that’s how it happened. He died inside. Alone. In that place.
There is a place in the city that few know its history. Sold in dozens of hands, renovated many times. They never made a blessing with a priest to this place. They accidentally forgot it. The reality was covered. It is haunted. The man’s soul remains trapped inside, his face etched deep into the walls, strange sounds reminiscent of whispers from a forgotten voice. As time passes, the energy accumulates, and it is nourished. He thirsts for revenge. He seeks a way to continue his work in the afterlife and expects to succeed.
Those who enter do not realize it. They touch the energy and become one with it. The ghost activates thoughts, evokes feelings, and sucks up vitality. He wants to return the curse to where it belongs so they can feel what he felt just before the end of his life. The bad ones become more challenging, and misfortunes plague the good ones. Life changes the level of difficulty and wears them out. A paranoia that they wouldn’t live otherwise until the energy fades and they defeat it.
Everything seems normal, but the place is dark, empty, and cursed at the end of each night.
Created by Diana Chemeris
Story in Greek:
https://fairytalesmaybereal.blogspot.com/2017/01/blog-post.html
Diana Chem 