Harold’s Little Helper. Part 3

Harold spent the next few days searching for the talisman, but he had no luck. He scoured through his collection of books and even visited some of his old acquaintances from his past in the occult world.

But despite his efforts, Harold couldn’t find anything that would work. He began to lose hope and thought that he had failed in his quest to banish the creature.

One night, as he sat alone in his study, he heard a knock on his door. He got up and opened it, finding a strange man standing outside.

The man was tall and dressed in a long black coat. He wore a fedora hat that cast a shadow over his face, making it difficult for Harold to see him clearly. The man introduced himself as a collector of rare and exotic objects and said that he had heard that Harold was looking for something.

Harold was sceptical but invited the man inside. They both went to Harold’s study to talk about the talisman and negotiate a price.

With a twisted smile he agreed to sell Harold the talisman, but he warned that it came with a price far beyond money. “Nothing in this world is free,” the man said cryptically before he left.

After watching the man walk down the road he locked the front door. He then went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of Horlicks and a snack before going to bed. As he was looking at the stars in the night sky waiting for the kettle to boil he felt a bit strange.

He felt slightly light-headed and broke out into cold sweat, so he went and sat down at his kitchen table. After a few minutes he felt okay and made his drink. He had finished his drink and snack then went to bed.

During the night he had a strange dream where he was with his wife, she was crying.

It was now morning and Harold woke up from the dream. He felt depressed and anxious as he remembered parts of the dream. In the dream he was watching his wife crying as she was looking at a body of a man lying on the floor. Harold felt sad and tearful as the man was wearing the same kind of clothes that he wears.

Over the next few days he prepared himself to face the creature, knowing that it would be a dangerous task. He faced the creature again and managed the banish it.

A week later Harold decided to get rid of his collection of occult artefacts and books, and he moved away from the neighbourhood. He knew that he needed to start a new life, one that was free of the dangers of the occult.

And as he looked back at his old home, he hoped that he had put an end to the horrors that had once plagued it. He had learned his lesson, and he knew that he would never dabble in the occult again.

After leaving his old neighbourhood, Harold settled into a new home in a peaceful, quiet town. He spent his days tending to his garden and reading books on subjects that were far less dangerous than the ones he read before.

For a while, Harold was content with his new life. He had left the horrors of the past behind him, and he felt that he had finally found peace.

But then, strange things began to happen once again. It started with small things: items that Harold had left in one place were suddenly moved to another, and he heard strange noises coming from his attic at night.

At first, Harold tried to brush it off as his imagination playing tricks on him. But as the occurrences grew more frequent and more bizarre, he knew that something was wrong.

He decided to seek the help of a local psychic witch. The witch, a woman named Ethel, arrived at Harold’s home and immediately sensed the dark energy that surrounded it.

Ethel explained that the talisman that Harold had used had left a mark on him, one that could not be easily erased. She told him that the entity that he had summoned had not been completely banished, and that it was still lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Harold was horrified. He had thought that he had left the horrors of the occult behind him, but it seemed that they had followed him to his new home.

Ethel suggested that they perform a cleansing ritual to rid Harold’s home of the dark energy that had taken root there. Harold agreed, and together they began to perform the ritual.

As they worked, the energy in the room began to shift. Harold felt a weight lift off of his shoulders, and he thought the cleansing was working.

But just as they were finishing the ritual, something strange happened. Harold saw a shadowy figure dart across the room, and he felt a cold breeze wash over him.

Ethel screamed, and Harold knew that they had made a grave mistake. The entity that he had summoned had returned, and it was more powerful than ever before.

Harold knew that he had to act fast. He gathered all of his knowledge of the occult, and he prepared himself for battle. He knew that he was facing a powerful foe, but he was determined to put an end to the horror once and for all.

Harold spent the next few days poring over his books and researching everything he could about the entity that he had summoned. He knew that he was facing a powerful and malevolent being, but he was determined to find a way to defeat it.

Finally, he found a spell that he believed would work. It was a powerful banishing spell, one that would send the entity back to the place from which it had come.

Harold knew that the spell was risky, but he didn’t have any other options. He prepared himself for the battle ahead, gathering all of the materials he needed and setting up protective wards around his home.

As night fell, Harold sat in the centre of his living room, surrounded by candles and protective symbols. He began to recite the spell, his voice growing louder and more confident with each passing moment.

As he reached the climax of the spell, Harold felt a sudden surge of power coursing through his body. The air around him crackled with energy, and he could feel the entity’s presence growing stronger.

But Harold did not falter. He continued to recite the spell, pouring all of his energy and willpower into it.

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and Harold felt a tremendous force push him backwards. He closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the worst.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the room was bathed in a soft, golden light. The entity was gone, and the dark energy that had once filled the room had dissipated.

Harold breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the battle was over, and he had emerged victorious. He had faced his fears head-on and had banished the horror that had haunted him for so long.

As he sat in his living room, basking in the afterglow of his victory, Harold knew that he had learned a valuable lesson. He realised that the dangers of the occult were real, and that dabbling in it could have severe consequences.

From that day on, Harold vowed to live a life free of the occult. He had faced his fears and emerged stronger for it, and he knew that he would never forget the lessons that he had learned.