บท 125: Story 125: The Grinning Widow

In the remote village of Dread Hollow, where whispers of the past echoed through every shadowed corner, there was a tale feared by all. They spoke of a woman, once beautiful, whose soul had been consumed by darkness. Her name was forgotten, but her legend lived on as "The Grinning Widow."

It was said that she was once a beloved wife, her beauty radiant as the sun. But tragedy struck one stormy night when her husband vanished without a trace, leaving her alone in their creaking, dilapidated manor. Consumed by grief, her sorrow twisted into something far more sinister. Her once soft, loving features contorted into a grotesque mask of hatred, her eyes burning with a hunger for vengeance.