I Became the Mother of Super Fantasy Curse Spirits by Writing Ghost Stories

Well, I'm a ghost story writer. To be precise, I am a super social horror ghost story author. I like all kinds of supernatural stories and I will use my own pen to compile complete stories for them. Perhaps I have written too much, but my articles have been strongly sought after, and some readers even claimed to have seen the strange stories I wrote. Laughing to death, how is this possible? This is all fake. As an author, don't I know? (Contempt). I have been living in that small rental house, eating and writing, writing and surfing the Internet, staying up very late before getting up and continuing to write, and eating three meals a day through takeout and instant noodles. But one day, there was a knock on my rental house. I'm a little scared. After all, I haven't ordered any takeout, paid my rent on time, and don't usually disturb others. Moreover, I am the ultimate social phobia and can't even have a normal conversation with others. The knocking on the door didn't stop, so I had no choice but to open the door. At this time, my face was already frozen. I didn't recognize the person outside the door at all. His most striking feature was the sutures on his forehead. His eyes looked at me from the beginning, and became fearful under my dull gaze from looking at each other for a long time. After a while, he said: "You are the mother of weird stories, do you want to cooperate with me?" Me: Huh? From then on, my life began to become more and more bumpy and tortuous. I was hunted down for no apparent reason, sentenced to death by a cult claiming to be a magician, rescued, and then accused of wanting to reshape humanity, and then hunted down, and hunted again—— Me: "...." I'm really just an ordinary author of ghost stories! Purpose: Fantasy is king