Ancient ritual, cursed objects meant to bring misfortune. My mother has a history with them, and I thought I had left that part of my life behind.”His revelation left me bewildered. I had never believed in superstitions or curses, but the seriousness in his eyes made me reconsider. As the flames consumed the dolls, my husband seemed visibly relieved, as if he had narrowly averted a disaster.Once the eerie bonfire had turned the porcelain dolls into ashes, my husband sat me down and shared the unsettling story from his past. He explained that his family had a long-standing tradition of dealing with these cursed dolls, a tradition passed down through generations.According to him, the dolls were meant to carry negative energy and bring misfortune to the recipient. His mother, worried about my well-being, had been secretly trying to protect me from the potential harm these dolls could inflict.As the story unfolded, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions – surprise, disbelief, and a lingering sense of unease. My husband assured me that burning the dolls was the only way to break the curse, and I found myself torn between skepticism and a desire to respect his family’s traditions.In the days that followed, we experienced a strange calmness within our home. The air felt lighter, and a sense of relief washed over us. My husband’s actions had severed the ties to a bizarre ritual, and with each passing day, the anxiety that had accompanied the presence of those dolls began to fade.
