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“The Forest of No Return” is a chilling tale of three college friends who venture into the quiet town of Vence, Italy—only to uncover an ancient curse hidden in the shadows of a forgotten temple. When one of them disappears, the others must confront a legend that may be more real than they ever imagined.
The Forest of No Return
Three college friends—Wimka, Ore, and Juliet—planned a summer getaway to Venice, Italy. They booked a cozy one-floor guesthouse nestled between the mountains and forest. Wimka was 19, Ore 21, and Juliet 25.
The house was charming, with three rooms and a shared bathroom. As soon as they arrived, Ore rushed to the bathroom. Moments later, they heard her banging on the door.
“Why are you hitting the door?” Juliet asked.
“I can’t get out! Did you lock me in here?” Ore shouted, panic creeping into her voice.
“No! Of course not,” Wimka replied, her curiosity already tugging at the strange moment. “Let’s get you out first.”
They managed to open the door, and Ore stumbled out, brushing off the incident but still uneasy. Wimka wandered to the window and gasped. The view outside was breathtaking—a stretch of forest under a soft mountain mist. She grabbed her camera to capture it. Through her lens, something flickered in the trees: a tall, shadowy figure, draped in black, with piercing eyes. When she lowered the camera, the figure vanished.
Meanwhile, Juliet, brave but reckless, was already examining a forest map.
As they settled in, the guesthouse caretaker stopped by.
“My name is Carlos,” he said with a kind smile. “If you need anything, let me know. But… don’t go near the forest at night. Especially the old temple ruins. Long ago, women were cursed and sealed inside glass bottles. Their spirits still wander.”
Ore, logical but anxious, furrowed her brow. “That’s creepy. Are you serious?”
Carlos nodded solemnly. “Some stories are warnings, not myths.” And with that, he left.
Later that evening, Juliet stood by the door, flashlight in hand. “I’m going to check out the trail. Who’s coming with me?”
“Didn’t you hear what Carlos said?” Wimka asked, curious and cautious. “It’s already dark. We should stay inside.”
“That was centuries ago,” Juliet said with a smirk. “Just stories. I’ll be fine.”
Ore chewed her lip. “Juliet, this isn’t smart.”
But Juliet was already out the door. Wimka sighed and locked it behind her.
“She left her phone,” Ore said, worried.
“What if she gets lost?” Wimka murmured. “She won’t be able to call us.”
Juliet ventured into the woods, undeterred. The flashlight began to flicker. She didn’t realize she had taken a wrong turn—straight toward the ruins of the forgotten temple. As she stepped into the crumbling courtyard, her foot struck something glassy. A strange bottle sat in the center of a stone circle, vibrating faintly.
Suddenly, a strong wind howled. The bottle spun. Her world spiraled as if pulled inside. She reached for her phone—empty pocket. Her vision blurred—and everything went dark.
Back at the guesthouse, 3:00 a.m. struck.
“I’m going to bed,” Ore said, pacing. “This is too much.”
“Me too,” Wimka agreed. “Let’s stay in the same room.”
The next morning, Carlos returned with breakfast. Ore jumped up. “Juliet?”
“No,” Wimka said as she opened the door. “It’s Carlos.”
Carlos listened silently. Then he said, “You said she went to the forest?”
“She didn’t come back,” Ore said quietly.
“She may have gone to the temple,” Carlos replied grimly. “No one returns from there. Not without help.”
Still, Wimka insisted on searching. “We have to try.”
Ore, hesitant but determined, followed her into the woods. They searched for hours, calling Juliet’s name. Nothing.
Three days later, they had no choice but to return home to California—without Juliet.
That night, Carlos returned to the temple. The cursed bottle still sat in the moonlight. He poured a dark herbal mixture around it, whispering in an ancient tongue.
Inside the bottle, Juliet’s eyes fluttered open.
“Where… am I?” she whispered. “Who am I?”
“You’re safe now,” Carlos said gently. “But not whole. The forest took something from you.”
He carried her to a hidden chamber beneath the guesthouse. Surrounded by flickering candles and old symbols, he guided her through a chant—one that could break the curse, if done with care.
And so began Juliet’s return—not just to the world, but to herself.
But deep in the forest, the wind still carried whispers. The temple still stood.
And not every bottle had been found.
Would you dare to enter the forest… if you knew not everyone returns?
Share your thoughts in the comments—what do you think happened to the other bottles?
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