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This is based on the prompt: Dark Monsters of the Halloween Vault 2 contest on BeyondSol profile.

His impending doom was more suffocating than the lack of oxygen. A simple plan: attack, kill and plunder ended with him injured, abandoned and spiraling in an abyss of death and amnesia.

An enemy gifted with invisibility, and a rotten smell, was hard to fight off. He could feel something circling him, a fresh prey. His limbs stilled, breathing ceased and muscles clenched in dread. Pricks and needles rose on his sweltering skin and it paralyzed him the closer the creature got.

Ringing, too deafening, almost split his head in half, prompting lazy mutters and pained groans, "It's a curse."

Word count: 100.

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