I gasp, my head poking through the grass. I breathe in, shuddering as I remember the musky scent from Down Below. Suddenly, the hand grabs my leg, and pulls me down. I shriek, but no one notices me. They continue walking, socializing, ignoring me. I scream with all the breath I carry, but the hand hauls me down further. No one will hear me. I will be forgotten, and suffer Down Below.
My ghost returns to the outside world. I see the hand, but nobody notices it. Only people who suffer its wrath will see the curse of the statue.
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