it's here

You retrieved the jewelry from the abandoned house. It lay in an old box, surrounded by dust and darkened fabric, as if it hadn't been opened in a long time. Heavy. Cold. When you picked it up, a strange chill ran down your spine, but you chalked it up to your imagination.

On the first day, nothing happened. On the second, you noticed that the jewelry couldn't be put away. You put it in a drawer, closed it, left the room, and when you returned, you found it on the table. Then next to the bed. Then on the windowsill. The house began to change. The silence grew thick, almost sticky. The mirrors reflected you with a delay, as if they were hesitant to reveal the truth. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking someone was standing right next to you, but when you turned around, you saw only decorations.

There was a knock at the door today. Opening it, you found a girl standing behind the door with a very unnaturally twisted neck, very long, like a giraffe's. Her ear-to-ear smile and empty eyes spoke of only one thing: she was not human. The air became colder.

"You took what was mine," she said, but her voice was very quiet, tinnitus-ridden. "You didn't even understand what the entity wanted at first. And because of that, you angered it." Her voice was not angry.

• I came to pick them up.

You took the cursed jewelry