This short story has been linked up at the SHORT STORY PROMPT LINK PARTY 15.
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I woke up to a bright and sunny morning after…
Now, here’s my version:
WHO WAS BEHIND THE CURTAIN? – PART 2
I woke up to a bright and sunny morning after tossing and turning all night. I couldn’t sleep, my mind kept me awake thinking about the old house.
I could smell the breakfast aroma coming from downstairs. I knew my aunt wouldn’t approve of me skipping breakfast so I jumped out of bed, grabbed my robe, brushed my teeth, and went down for breakfast with her and my uncle.
They were the sweetest couple ever and really enjoyed when I came to visit. We chatted about my job, my new car, my friends, and the high school reunion as we sat at the breakfast table. They were anxious to hear all of the details about my life!
I was lucky to have them. They had taken over the responsibility of raising me after my parents were killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old. Their home became my home.
I walked to school every day in elementary school as my aunt and uncle lived very close to the school. Thinking about walking to school reminded me again about the old house. I asked my aunt and uncle had they ever heard of a legend about the old house down the street.
Upon hearing my question, they both looked at each other then back at me. I continued by telling them that I had heard that there was a curse.
“Dear, just stay away from there and all will be fine,” my aunt informed me.
“Those are just tales. There is no curse,” my uncle added.
I detected an uneasiness in their voices. When they warned me as a child to never go onto the property, I thought it was because the place was abandoned and overgrown. Now, I was more curious than ever but it was not the time for pondering, there were things I needed to do today before the reunion, so I had to get busy.
After helping my aunt tidy up the kitchen and get the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, I went upstairs to shower.
The reunion committee had done a great job of organizing and decorating. Everything looked so festive. It was fun seeing classmates I hadn’t seen in years and reconnecting with them. We chatted, shared social media profiles, and I shared my cell phone number with a few of them.
As the night was coming to an end, a few of the girls huddled at one of the tables and started talking about ghost stories. The old house, the legend behind it, and the curse was mentioned.
What I heard next would keep me awake that night!
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.