Video - Curse of the Obsidian Idol: Clara's Nightmare Unleashed

The moon hung like a ghostly sentinel as Clara brushed away centuries of dirt, unveiling the obsidian idol. Its eyes glowed with malevolent glee. That night, whispers invaded her dreams, serpentine and sinister. By dawn, her colleagues lay lifeless, faces twisted in terror. The artifact demanded souls. Clara's heart pounded as shadows stretched, clawing at the walls. A chill slithered up her spine as she realized—the curse was hers to bear. She fled, but the whispers followed, echoing her doom. In the reflection of the idol’s eyes, she saw her own fate: endless torment, bound to the ancient evil forever.