I put a curse on a Troll!

I Put a Curse on a Troll in My Comment Section

And now his tongue belongs to the vinegar gods.—Darklady

I tried.

I really did.

I tried to stay silent.

But this little worm slithered into my comments, pissing holy water and wagging his dollar-store morality around like it meant something.

He said:

“Real witches don’t curse people. That’s not what witchcraft is for.”

First of all—if you come into my domain quoting bumper stickers from Wicca 101, you better wear armor.

Second?

Curses are exactly what I’m for.

So instead of clapping back, I clapped harder.

I put a curse on him.

And not the cute kind. Not the “I hope you stub your toe” kind.

The kind that sours your name, fouls your mouth, and makes every digital word you utter taste like rot in your own throat.

The Spell: The Tongue Curdler

This one’s for the trolls, the moral police, and anyone who forgets they’re breathing borrowed air.

Ingredients:

• His profile picture (printed with the intent of vengeance)

• A chunk of raw garlic (for decay and spiritual gag reflex)

• Apple cider vinegar (because we’re attacking emotions)

• One twisted, rusted nail (symbol of spiritual corrosion)

• A strip of black paper with his username, and the line:

  “Let your words curdle, your voice spoil, and your silence rot with purpose.”

• Black thread, tight as a noose

• A jar you don’t mind never opening again

Instructions:

1. Fold the garlic in the center of his printed face—symbolically stuffing his own rot back into his mouth.

2. Wrap it in the black paper like a shroud.

3. Stab it with the nail like you mean it. Don’t hesitate. He didn’t.

4. Drop the whole thing into the jar.

5. Pour in the vinegar until the paper floats.

6. Whisper:

“Tongue of poison, lips of bile—Let your words walk a cursed mile.

By rot and thread, I still your speech,And bind your thoughts beyond their reach.”

7. Seal the jar tight. Bind the lid with black thread.

8. Store it in the darkest place you own. Forget it—but never forgive it.

What Happened?

Within 48 hours, his account was restricted.

Within 72, his last post read:

“I don’t know why everything I say is getting taken the wrong way.”

It’s not misunderstanding, darling.

It’s malfunction.Your throat is hexed.

And you deserved it.

Final Words for the Curious

If you wander into a witch’s territory and try to preach from a soapbox, don’t act surprised when the spirits come for your voice.

I’m not here to debate.

I’m not here to educate trolls.

And I’m damn sure not here to entertain people who think hexes are “bad manners.”

This is shadowcraft.

This is Dark Witchery. You don’t walk into my fire and expect a blessing.

Come to DarkWitchery.com if you want real spellwork—but keep your moral purity somewhere safe. It won’t survive the vinegar.