My Journey to the Haunted Temple in the Jungle!

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I never believed in monsters, until I encountered Pishachini.

My travels led me to an old, forgotten temple in the jungle, surrounded by thick fog. I was warned by locals not to go near it, warning me of the Pishachini. But being brave, I decided to ignore them and seek out the temple.

I soon realized why the locals had warned me. As I stepped into the temple, I felt an eerie presence. I heard a loud and sinister laugh coming from behind me. When I turned around, I saw her.

The Pishachini was a terrifying sight. She had a long and scaly body, with razor sharp teeth and claws. Her eyes were deep and black, and her voice was raspy and grim. I could feel my courage slipping away as she stared at me.

The Pishachini seemed to be amused by my fear, and she inched closer to me. I felt a chill run down my spine as she came nearer, until I was finally able to find the strength to turn around and run.

I ran for my life, not stopping until I was far away from the temple. I dared not look back, for fear of seeing the Pishachini once again. I had seen enough of her to last a lifetime, and I vowed never to return to that cursed temple.

 

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