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The curse of the dead woman's soul turned her life into a nightmare.
The madwoman uttered a harsh triumphant sound and, with her bright eyes fixed on Paula, raised the curved, gleaming scythe and began shuffling slowly closer to her. There was no question that she was violent as the bore down on the hapless Paula.
Please, Mrs. Furty! Paula begged as she edged away. Another harsh chuckle came from the demented woman and she closed the gap between Paula and herself. Now the hand with the cruel blade was carefully poised, and it would only be a matter of seconds?