Every word below came from the Spirits.
Swipe through them, hear one read aloud, and see what came back of a face.
Karma Returned · cast for Dorian V.
The Curse of Broken Trust and Hollow Promises
“He promised to look after my mother while I was overseas, took the money I sent for her care, and let her go without it for months.”what they told the Spirits
The photo they sentWhat came back
Heard aloud · 30 seconds
Dorian, you swore an oath to tend what was entrusted to you, and you turned that trust into ash. The coin meant for care you kept close, while need went unmet and time was lost. You spoke words of assurance knowing them false.
You will find no ease in what you have taken. Sleep will not come whole. When you make your own promises, let doubt shadow them. When you ask for trust, let it slip like water through your fingers.
May regret for this breach follow you into quiet hours and unguarded moments, a constant and faithful companion. By the old law of return, what you have sown comes home to you. This is written and bound.
When will he feel it, and will he know why?
The weight settles in the quiet places first, in the hours when he is alone with his own thoughts, when there is no distraction to shield him. It comes not as a sudden blow but as a slow turning, like a door closing on what he believed himself to be.
Twelve questions come with every curse.
Heartbreak Reversal · cast for Rhiannon M.
The Curse of Broken Trust Returned
“She was my closest friend for eleven years. She told my husband things I said in confidence, twisted them, and stayed for the fallout.”what they told the Spirits
The photo they sentWhat came back
Heard aloud · 30 seconds
You who held the secrets of another’s heart and chose to twist them into weapons, who stood close while dealing wounds, know now the weight of what you have done. You took the trust that was freely given and spent it for a moment’s influence. That trust does not return to you.
Let those you call close begin to question what you tell them. Let the comfort of being believed slip from your grasp as you slipped it from another. Let the ease of friendship become distant.
Let regret settle into your bones and find no rest there. By the old words and the binding of consequence, this is sealed.
Will she understand what she lost?
In time, yes. The curse does not work through dramatic revelation but through the slow erosion of what she took for granted. She will begin to understand what trust truly was only when she no longer possesses it.
Twelve questions come with every curse.
Unrest · cast for Gerald P.
The Curse of Hollow Credit
“He was my manager for six years. He took credit for the work of everyone under him and blocked my promotion three times while doing it.”what they told the Spirits
The photo they sentWhat came back
Heard aloud · 30 seconds
Gerald, you built your standing on the labor of those beneath you, claiming as your own what others rendered in good faith. You spoke their words as wisdom, their effort as your vision, and when they sought to rise, you held them down so your light would not dim.
Let unease settle where you rest. Your sleep will be restless, haunted by the half-remembered faces of those whose work you wore as your own. Plans you make will meet with delay and resistance you cannot name.
May those around you see you as you are. This curse binds upon you now, until the debt is acknowledged and the scales find rest.
How long before he feels this?
Some feel its weight within days, as unease creeps into their nights and small plans begin to fray. For others it settles more slowly: a gradual dimming of favor, a growing sense that conversations turn away when they enter a room.
Twelve questions come with every curse.
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Everything the Spirits return
The curse. Written for that one person and no other, from what you tell the Spirits.
The reading. Thirty seconds: their name, what they did, and what is bound to them, spoken aloud over the bell.
The cursed portrait. Their photograph returned as the Spirits see them. The photo you send is read once, then deleted.
The sigil. The curse's own seal. No two are alike.
Twelve questions. Ask the Spirits how it will unfold and when it takes hold.
The Wall of the Cursed. Their name placed among the tormented, where anyone can add a voice.
Your Grimoire. A private page holding all of it.
That is the whole package. The only thing left to buy is a
further binding: the Spirits can be asked to press harder on the same person for $3.99.
A curse never calls for death, injury, illness or ruin. For entertainment purposes only.
Your Grimoire
Nothing you cast is ever lost.
A curse does not arrive once and vanish into an inbox. It is kept.
Your Grimoire holds every curse you have cast, its portrait, the reading, and every word the Spirits have
spoken to you. Alongside them: the names you have placed on the Wall, and the curses you have stood with.
There is no password. Once you are in, you stay in — and if you ever sign out, a link to your email
opens it again.
Your standing rises as you take part, from Stranger through Onlooker, Witness,
Kindred and Chorister, to Harbinger. Badges are struck as you go, and your curses earn
their own marks as voices gather on the Wall: Witnessed at three, then Circle,
Gathering, Chorus, and Legion at a hundred.
The Spirits are waiting for a name.
Tell them who wronged you and what they did. The curse reaches you within a minute.
