CURSED SKULL, CURSED FATE
It followed the man home from an occult shop where the man had purchased a skull that had carving etched all over it. The man thought the skull would be a neat knick-knack for his son who enjoyed trinkets that had a dark nature about them. Little did he know, the skull carried a curse that an old crone had put on the skull that summoned a spirit to kill anyone in possession of the it, just after the last stroke of midnight on the first day of owning it. Until then, the spirit followed the man, hovering just above his head, only materializing as a shadow, a half form. The man should never have purchased the skull, but people in the material world had a way of not knowing or respecting things they perceive to be false, such as spirits.
PICTURE 3: As midnight approached the man lay in his sleep paralyzed by dreams that warned of his future. A shadow foreshadowing his fate unseen by the man stuck in a dream world that made nightmares seem tame. 
The clock strikes midnight as the ghost materializes and grabs the skull from the bookcase. A place the man put his sons gift with pride. A false pride built on things not his. The ghost dropped the skull in front of the sleeping man, a part of the curse that allows the dead to touch the living. All the humans that had dared to touch the skull had been killed. He boiled their blood from the inside using his cursed gift of power given by the crone, always just after midnight.
PICTURE 5: The clock finished its twelfth tone and the man was no more. He was found with a look of fear on his face the blood seeping his sheet through his skin. The skull was nowhere to be found and the ghost gone.
The spirit tied forever with the burden of the skull…. Was on to find his next victim.
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