Cursed

Normally Salem did not venture out very far, but today he felt brave, he thought that maybe a stroll deep into the autumn woods would be relaxing. He had hoped it would be relaxing at least, but the universe seemed to have other plans. The further he walked the more he started to get this sinking feeling creep onto him. “It is just in your head.” He told himself as he clutched his bag he carried closed to his person. “I am not my fear…” He trailed off as he saw a small doll on top of a rock, it seemed like it was behind a barrier of talismans and such, Salem let out a small yelp. “That thing is cursed, I just know it!” He exclaimed before turning tail and rushing back home. “I don’t want to be cursed.” He wailed as he started to run back home. That feeling didn’t leave him though, he was convinced and terrified that looking at the doll had cursed him.