Transcript Start<br /><br />Gregory had been careless. After looking into a rumor that spoke of a fabled witches coven that could supposedly aid in the ambitions of whoever came looking for them. The man had sought them out by following the cryptic rhyme that had the instructions to meet them written into the lyrics.<br /><br />But in a nutshell, all he had to do was sneak into a restricted compound that had at one point been an old church. Renovated into an elderly care home before being shut down for unknown reasons a long time ago, making it a hotspot for thrill seekers and paranormal investigators to trawl through&#8230;until people started to go missing in and around the abandoned structure, causing local authorities to simply seal off the entire area after police search parties came away with nothing. That particularly dark portion of the abandoned elderly home's history fell on deaf ears as Gregory stealthily made his way to the chapel situated near the heart of the land where the old church had been built on. And once there, all he had left was to sit and wait for the clock to strike twelve.<br /><br />And once it did, he would be greeted by a sight both fantastically otherworldly and abominable at the same time as the rotted wood and flaking paint job begins to warp like distorted air, replaced by oily piles of gore and shifting tendrils that snaked around the pews, producing a sickening sound as they shifted across the floor. Going unnoticed by Gregory as his eyes remained glued on the many women suddenly surrounding him&#8230;or at least, he thought they were women since they each bore distinct and very exaggerated feminine features protruding out from beneath obscuring robes that gave the feeling of being both conceiving and revealing at the same time&#8230;but their faces were hidden from him, scoured by darkness with hints of inhuman origin from the tiny tentacles that occasionally slip free of their silken binds, whipping the air like a snake's tongue before retreating back inside&#8230;<br /><br />Gregory didn't need to be told what to do next as he bows his head in supplication, voicing his request that his career be successful to the group surrounding him in a fit of cold sweat before the nightmare recedes just as quickly as it arrived, leaving Gregory alone in the middle of the dilapidated chapel&#8230;wondering if he'd hallucinated that monstrous vision all the way on his return back home on the other side of the city. Until the very next day when he would receive a call from his boss telling him to make an urgent trip to the office, greeting him there with a surprise promotion after firing someone from a higher position when they realized he'd been embezzling funds and manipulating records to allow for select individuals to rise up in the firm's ranks, and once those were cleared up as well, Gregory's chance for a promotion was considered and passed. But the good luck didn't stop there.<br /><br />A chance encounter with his crush earning him a guaranteed date. Days where all the crossroads seemed to turn green in his presence. Good fortunes when it came to negotiating deals. Ill family members making miraculous recoveries. Lucky draws, lottery tickets and casino visits ending with massive sums of money being won&#8230;in a flash, Gregory's dreary life was flipped on its head. And the once gloomy man was unrecognizable, turning his moody look into a vibrant smile while his somber gait became lively and animated.<br /><br />But the more he indulged himself in his endless boons, the more he would forget about the coven and his request&#8230;as did the folk rhyme and its hidden warning. A warning that might've convinced Gregory to work for his own fortune instead of seeking out a dubious group of witches to solve his problems for him if he was privy to it. Even if he didn't know, common sense should've been enough for him to realize that there was no such thing in the world as a free lunch. And something of this scale could only cost a great deal more in recompense beyond simple calculations of monetary value.<br /><br />And so Gregory would fall asleep one night, far removed from October and Halloween to remember a thing about that fateful night. Until he awakens, not in a comfy king sized bed surrounded by his riches, but on an altar, seared by the heat of burning scones and flickering lanterns while a nauseating stench blasts his nostrils. He was back in that hellscape once again&#8230;except this time, he could feel it unlike the cold, artificial illusion he'd been drawn into while awake. A sick play on irony that had Gregory struggling to free himself as the 'witches' showed themselves once more, forming an unmoving circle around the immobile human as he struggles to break free of his invisible binds, unaware of the last grain of sand in the metaphorical hourglass representing his remaining time falling to join the massive pile below&#8230;<br /><br />Without giving the man a chance to speak, the witch closest to Gregory steps forward, producing a matte black mask representing the visage of a sleeping maiden from within her robes, except she wasn't holding it with a hand but rather, a thick, ropey tentacle. Raising it over his face before dropping it, giving him a brief look at what laid below the hood before darkness obscures his vision while sheer terror consumed his mind once the eerie chill of the mask makes itself known across the pores of his face. Halting Gregory's trashing before it suddenly escalates into wild, animalistic flailing, as if he was gripped by seizure&#8230;except no seizure turned skin wet and discolored them a vile shade of magenta as that unnatural texture begins to spread out from under the mask in a steady wave that does more beneath the surface.<br /><br />As if attempting to hide that process, the other inert witches move to action, veiling a still twitching Gregory with their collective mass, robes fluttering with activity as they worked on their victim, giving only the briefest of glimpses as to what was going on beneath while wet sounds filled the air until finally going silent, leaving the crackling cinders of the surrounding flames as the circle parts, hoisting a womanly figure draped in similar dark robes with the exception of an underlying pale silver dress to differentiate her from the rest of the coven as tentacles curled and twisted around her voluptuous form in a highly sexual manner as they could around her hips, squeezing her enormous bust tightly while another caresses the front of her mask with its tip slipping under where the mouth would be, rendered helpless to resist wrapped up in bondage with dirty rags and bandages that could barely contain the same pink flesh composing her sisters' tendrils as they dragged across her bountiful form&#8230;<br /><br />Payment had been enacted in the form of Gregory's individuality, having it stripped from him by altering his flesh while clothing him in new garments until nothing but another 'witch' remained, twitching in coital bliss as her body was subject to the same mind breaking euphoria all of them felt with every second of their sinful existences. Leaving no room for any other thought besides the continued pursuit of that pleasure&#8230;until that desire becomes cold and stale, nothing but a simple code to follow.<br /><br />But until then, the initiate witch would enjoy what little remained of her disgraced identity in the form of midnight black robes that paired well with the crude bondage in which her body would be stuck inside of till all that remained was just another drone, following after their lord as they continued to the amass more power drawn from the faux fulfillment of human wishes before snatching it all away soon after. Relishing in the despair and torment it would inevitably bring about in their cursed subjects.<br /><br />By the time a new wanderer would appear in their hellish domain during the next coming of Halloween, the latest addition to the coven would be rendered stoic and silent. 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