RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Haunted Heirlooms

In a very distant past, ancient generations of my family hunted evil tirelessly. On a fateful Halloween night, taking advantage of the forces of darkness and the earthly openings to the underworld, a witch cast a spell cursing and depriving my lineage of walking through Halloween nights, granting evil beings a day among the living, free from any and all danger. After turning 15, on this special date, Halloween, we are struck by an unrelenting thirst for blood, our most primitive desires surface when we see any type of human or animal life. We have searched for a cure for generations, but nothing has been found so far. The only palliative we have for this situation is a cloak blessed by Buddhist monks. This cloak is passed down from generation to generation, preventing the curse from affecting our emotions. The cloak, when used by just one individual, is very effective; however, it needed to be divided into four parts, weakening part of its power. Its effectiveness was reduced, requiring its wearer to hold on tightly and resist the curse's wishes. If the family continues to grow unchecked and we continue to divide the cloak, it is possible that we will be the problem of the next Halloween.