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When I discovered an obsidian amulet hidden beneath my grandmother's floorboards, I thought I'd found treasure. I was wrong. I'd found a curse that would consume everything I was.

The moment my fingers touched that cold stone, ancient voices flooded my mind. Whispers in forgotten languages that I somehow understood perfectly, promising me power beyond my wildest dreams. My reflection began changing - my brown eyes flickering to an unnatural silver that seemed to see too much.

The magic came fast and intoxicating. I could command shadows like living things, wither plants with a single glance, and hear the final thoughts of dying creatures. But stolen magic always demands payment, and this curse was hungry for more than I ever imagined.

First, it devoured my memories. Precious moments from childhood vanished like smoke. My mother's face became a blur. The sound of my own laughter disappeared entirely, leaving only silence where joy used to live.

Then came the hunters. Shadow hounds with rows of razor teeth stalked me through empty streets. A woman made of smoke and centuries of regret invaded my dreams, revealing the terrible truth - I had stolen power that belonged to her bloodline, and she wanted it back.

She showed me the amulet's bloody history. Every previous owner consumed by the very power they craved. Every soul devoured by something ancient and patient.

I tried everything to break free. The chain had fused with my skin, becoming part of me like a parasite. Holy water burned my flesh. My grandmother's protective charms crumbled to ash at my touch. Even priests couldn't help me now.

At the crossroads where three graveyards meet, I finally understood the horrifying truth. The amulet doesn't grant power - it transforms you into a vessel for something that has been waiting centuries for the right fool to dig it up.

Now I'm part of the curse, whispering to the next victim who will find it buried somewhere new.

Some treasures are meant to stay buried. Some magic comes with a price too terrible to pay.

What would you do if you found cursed power? Would you be strong enough to walk away?