During a cold and dark night 4 young people ventured to pursue an alleged "witch" that was spoken in the town. It was said that he had sold his soul to the underworld in exchange for controlling the difficult art of black magic but that they were just rumors and he had to know the truth. But only this was more than enough for young people to go after their precious prey. In stealthy footsteps, each time he went deeper into the forest, as dark as the ashes of an incinerated body.
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Cameras and recorders were equipped because if the rumor was true it had to come to light. They stopped at the moment they found a circle created by skulls and a cauldron overflowing with a black fluid like oil. "Inmunatho cronos inxatho sibuta morte" was heard everywhere as an echo.
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The horrible witch appeared in front of the cauldron and a dagger was slipping its edge into the witch's thin and pale hand. Slowly rivers of blood gushed and fell like red drizzle over the cauldron. "Salentur sacrilijio" shouted at the top of his lungs and, as if it were a volcano, a moss-colored infernal fire emerged from the great cauldron. The whole event was being recorded as well as thinking about the great controversy that such a video would generate and the knowledge that dark things are among us.
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From a cold sweat, their bodies took over as they now knew that certain rumors of a witch were true. The 4 young people looked at each other and they all ended up fleeing without creating any noise to avoid being seen. Without stopping looking at the witch, they recoiled slowly and one of the youngsters fell on his back as he stumbled over a rock.
