PROLOGUE.

Rules;

1. The 8ball will grant any and all predictions that it makes.

2. The 8ball will not grant any predictions pertaining to life or death situations.

3. The 8ball will not grant the same perdition more than once, even if it is rephrased.

4. The 8ball will fulfil its prediction however it sees fit.

5. A price will be taken for every prediction that comes true.

For every decision one makes, there shall be a price.

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100 years ago

In the town of Elderbury, the night was lit up with candles, light and halloween decorations. The streets were crowded with children laughing, playing, children pushing door bells and trick-o-treating. Elderbury always went overboard with halloween. One could say it was their favourite holiday, as it was more lively than christmas.

A group of kids, drunk on happiness and chocolate,  walked up to the only house, in the small town of Elderbury, that always had no decorations or lights on any of the holidays.

In it, lived a woman in her late 30's, whose husband died a few years ago. She always declined invitations by neighbours to any event, yelled at anyone who came to knock or ring her doorbell and never went out. With anger she cut her doorbell power. Over the years, the town  learned to ignore her.

The children laughed among themselves. "I dare you to knock on the witches door!" The eldest of them said to the youngest boy.

"Why do i have to? You do it!" He replied, a slight tremor in his voice.

"I'll do it," the only girl amongst them said. Without waiting for them to reply, she strode up the stairs, with steady feet, to the door and knocked, once, twice, arm raised for the third, when the door swung open suddenly.

The woman stood, cane in hand, with sunken eyes, scarcely any hair in her head, ragged clothes and strangely smooth skin.

"What do you kids want!" She yelled, cane raised high. The girl screamed, dropped her bag of candies, and ran. The other two boys closely behind her.

The woman marched back inside, and emerged a few minutes later with something wrapped in an old cloth in her hand and a shovel.

"Have to get rid of it....must get rid of it." She kept muttering over and over to herself. She walked in the direction of the woods with purposeful strides.

The woods was eerily quiet, despite the noise of the town. The woman walked deeper into the woods. She stopped, looked around and found a small clearing. She walked over to it and begun to dig, which proved difficult because she only had one hand.

The other was lost in an accident a few weeks after she moved to Elderbury, around the time when she found the object she held.

She stopped, and coughed into her hand. She stared at it, covered in blood. "Have to hurry....i dont have much time," she whispered and coughed again. When she was satisfied with the hole, she dropped the object into it, covered it up and began making her way back.

She felt lighter, happier, without fear of dying the same way her husband died. She was wrong. Suddenly, she hunched over, coughing up blood violently. She closed her eyes and saw the familiar skull she had been seeing whenever she closed her eyes for the past 10 years of her life.

You can not run. You can not hide. I shall collect what is owed. The end of  the contract will be the end of your life.

The familiar voice kept repeating. If [only i never found that cursed thing!], she thought, tears stinging her eyes. She fell own, face staring upward at the sky, un-moving and eyes glazed. She could feel it -the end- for her.

[In the end, i wasn't able to escape. I hope no one ever finds it.] This was her last thought as she faded away.

A few days later, her body was found by hunters, but she was unrecognisable. Her face had been stripped off, leaving only her skull. The object she buried was dug up, but nothing was found, except the cloth it was wrapped in.