CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE

As we huddled around the malevolent cord, its sinister aura casting a shadow over us, Freda broke the heavy silence.

Her voice was hushed, carrying an air of solemn wisdom that seemed to have weathered many such encounters with the supernatural.

"These are no ordinary bindings," Freda murmured, her gaze fixed upon the cord. "Only powerful sorcerers could have crafted such a repellent cord. It's a dark magic that repels intruders with a vengeance."

I nodded in agreement, my mind racing with questions about who could possess such formidable abilities and what their intentions might be.

The mysterious death of Mrs. Hope had just taken a turn into a realm of magic and malevolence that I had never imagined.

As Freda continued to speak, her words were both unsettling and enlightening. She shared tales of ancient sorcerers who had harnessed dark forces to protect their secrets, weaving enchantments that could annihilate anyone who dared to challenge them.

Her words painted a chilling pictur