Video - Potato of the Damned: A Kitchen Nightmare

Mara's knife hovered over the potato, its eyes seemingly wide with dread. She hesitated, a chill creeping up her spine. The kitchen, once warm, now felt like a crypt. She sliced into the potato, and a thick, black ooze seeped out. It twitched on the counter. She recoiled, heart pounding. The room distorted; shadows danced. Whispers filled her mind, promising torment. The potato's eyes blinked. It screamed—a soul-wrenching wail. Suddenly, roots erupted, ensnaring her wrist. Pain seared as the whispering escalated. Desperate to escape, she hacked at the roots. But it was too late—her flesh began to rot, merging with the cursed tuber.