There was less than a month left for the delivery of his manuscript to be met and he hadn't even started it, he was going through one of those celebrities, love trying to avoid distractions was cloistered in a humble cabin in the middle of the forest, where he spent hours wandering next to a small well that his friend made, hoping that his friend would grant him the wish to write an entire book in less than a week. When the well answered, he did so in a shy girlish voice and offered to help him in exchange for ten drops of blood. There was no time to waste such an opportunity, the man accepted the price without hesitation, he immediately made cuts on his fingers, to drop the blood that the well asked for. After each of them, it seemed that the tunnel came to life, the walls moved to the rhythm of their warm exhalations, letting out sighs of relief and ecstasy, the earth roared, as if a huge beast rested under it, after the last drop , a misshapen creature wrapped in fire emerged from it, and went on the writer. Ten drops of blood alone gave him the strength to get out of the hole, he needed the rest of the man to feed on. At that moment the manuscript ceased to matter, he was fighting tooth and nail to defend himself against the attacks of the weakened demon he had freed from the depths, but all was useless, his body was also engulfed in flames, his flesh screamed as he writhed in agony. the ground, the previous inhabitants of the cabin, knew the evil that lived in that hole, but they needed the water, so they decided not to seal it, they simply were very careful when approaching, they did not imagine that when they left there, a crazy guy would come who talk to the wells and ask them for wishes. The story was pretty good for a book, too bad the writer ended up devoured and his remains charred on the edge of the well, which only fulfilled the wish of a good dinner for that monster.
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