When she arrived at the tomb of her mother she noticed a jar was on top of the gravestone. She opened it and there were bones, dirt, hair, and a spider. She thought this was a joke and threw it in the trash. The following days she had nightmares of an entity. She suddenly woke up and heard a knock on the door of her room. After the knocking had ceased, she felt heavy breathing on the side of her face. “You shouldn’t have opened that jar,” a distorted voice whispered.
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