A BLOODY KNITTING NEEDLE
You reach down to pick up the needle.
"Don't," Octavia says.
"Why?" You reply.
"It's cursed," she says.
"What do you know about curses?" You roll your eyes and pick up the needle, ignoring Octavia's warning. As soon as you touch the needle you know it's a mistake. You feel your insides heating up until your blood is nothing but fire. Your eyes fall out, and where your eyes were, there is flames. Long story short . . . you die.
"Don't," Octavia says.
"Why?" You reply.
"It's cursed," she says.
"What do you know about curses?" You roll your eyes and pick up the needle, ignoring Octavia's warning. As soon as you touch the needle you know it's a mistake. You feel your insides heating up until your blood is nothing but fire. Your eyes fall out, and where your eyes were, there is flames. Long story short . . . you die.