Timekeepers Curse (eBook, ePUB)
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Jack Mercer awoke in a cold sweat, his heart pounding as the shrill cry of the alarm echoed through the bedroom. Cursing under his breath, he fumbled for his phone - the device read 8:15 AM. He was dreadfully late for work. Jack leapt out of bed, stumbling into the hallway of his modern suburban home in a panic.But as he made his way downstairs, Jack's surroundings seemed to shift and morph around him. The sleek hardwood floors transitioned into aged, creaking planks. The contemporary decor melted away, replaced by heavy oak furnishings and oil lamps flickering with ghostly flames. A chill ran...
Jack Mercer awoke in a cold sweat, his heart pounding as the shrill cry of the alarm echoed through the bedroom. Cursing under his breath, he fumbled for his phone - the device read 8:15 AM. He was dreadfully late for work. Jack leapt out of bed, stumbling into the hallway of his modern suburban home in a panic.
But as he made his way downstairs, Jack's surroundings seemed to shift and morph around him. The sleek hardwood floors transitioned into aged, creaking planks. The contemporary decor melted away, replaced by heavy oak furnishings and oil lamps flickering with ghostly flames. A chill ran down Jack's spine as he realized with dawning horror that he was no longer in his own house - but rather, a sprawling Victorian manor straight out of the 19th century.
Trembling, Jack opened the front door, only to be greeted by a grim visage. The sunny suburban street had vanished, supplanted by a dreary village shrouded in fog. Twisted trees clawed at the slate-grey sky as ominous figures skulked through the mist, their sinister whispers carried on the morning wind. A public hanging scaffold loomed in the distance, noose swaying hypnotically.
As Jack stood dumbfounded on the doorstep, an elderly woman approached, her face a ghastly mask of fear and reverence. "The Timekeeper has returned..." she rasped, clutching a tarnished locket. "You've come to lift the curse at last."
Realization crept upon Jack like icy tendrils. He recognized this place - the village of Blackridge from his ancestors' journals. On this very date in 1824, his distant relatives Mary and Thomas Mercer were executed as witches, wrongfully condemned by the superstitious townsfolk. According to legend, a "Timekeeper" would one day emerge to avenge them...and Jack had been flung over two centuries into the past to play that role.
The villagers soon swarmed the manor, their faces twisted with zealotry. They ushered Jack inside, barring the doors and lighting black candles. A makeshift courtroom was assembled, with Jack forced to preside as judge over a mock trial. One by one, those who condemned his ancestors took the stand, confessing their sins in hushed, terrified tones. Jack pleaded with them, but they were convinced he would unleash an ancient curse upon the town unless the wrongful execution was reenacted - with Jack as the one being hung from the gallows.
As the night drew long, Jack desperately searched for a means of escape, scouring the manor's shadows for some answer. At last, he discovered an archaic ritual that could break the time loop, but it required an impossibly powerful artifact - the very locket the old crone clutched, which contained a fragment of his ancestor Mary's soul.
With the hangman's noose tightening around his neck, Jack wrestled the locket away and performed the ritual. The threads of time unwound in a cosmic unraveling, restoring Jack to the present day. But in that final moment, a malevolent force slipped through - the restless spirit of the Puritan Reverend who first condemned the Mercers. Now it pursued Jack through the modern age, hounding him with visions of fiery persecutions and vowing to achieve its twisted vengeance...even across centuries.
But as he made his way downstairs, Jack's surroundings seemed to shift and morph around him. The sleek hardwood floors transitioned into aged, creaking planks. The contemporary decor melted away, replaced by heavy oak furnishings and oil lamps flickering with ghostly flames. A chill ran down Jack's spine as he realized with dawning horror that he was no longer in his own house - but rather, a sprawling Victorian manor straight out of the 19th century.
Trembling, Jack opened the front door, only to be greeted by a grim visage. The sunny suburban street had vanished, supplanted by a dreary village shrouded in fog. Twisted trees clawed at the slate-grey sky as ominous figures skulked through the mist, their sinister whispers carried on the morning wind. A public hanging scaffold loomed in the distance, noose swaying hypnotically.
As Jack stood dumbfounded on the doorstep, an elderly woman approached, her face a ghastly mask of fear and reverence. "The Timekeeper has returned..." she rasped, clutching a tarnished locket. "You've come to lift the curse at last."
Realization crept upon Jack like icy tendrils. He recognized this place - the village of Blackridge from his ancestors' journals. On this very date in 1824, his distant relatives Mary and Thomas Mercer were executed as witches, wrongfully condemned by the superstitious townsfolk. According to legend, a "Timekeeper" would one day emerge to avenge them...and Jack had been flung over two centuries into the past to play that role.
The villagers soon swarmed the manor, their faces twisted with zealotry. They ushered Jack inside, barring the doors and lighting black candles. A makeshift courtroom was assembled, with Jack forced to preside as judge over a mock trial. One by one, those who condemned his ancestors took the stand, confessing their sins in hushed, terrified tones. Jack pleaded with them, but they were convinced he would unleash an ancient curse upon the town unless the wrongful execution was reenacted - with Jack as the one being hung from the gallows.
As the night drew long, Jack desperately searched for a means of escape, scouring the manor's shadows for some answer. At last, he discovered an archaic ritual that could break the time loop, but it required an impossibly powerful artifact - the very locket the old crone clutched, which contained a fragment of his ancestor Mary's soul.
With the hangman's noose tightening around his neck, Jack wrestled the locket away and performed the ritual. The threads of time unwound in a cosmic unraveling, restoring Jack to the present day. But in that final moment, a malevolent force slipped through - the restless spirit of the Puritan Reverend who first condemned the Mercers. Now it pursued Jack through the modern age, hounding him with visions of fiery persecutions and vowing to achieve its twisted vengeance...even across centuries.
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