WHO WAS BEHIND THE CURTAIN?

This short story will be linked up at the SHORT STORY PROMPT LINK PARTY 17.

Ready? Here’s the prompt:
I woke from a long nap to see…

Now, here’s my version:
WHO WAS BEHIND THE CURTAIN? – PART 4

I woke from a long nap to see my aunt and uncle standing by my bed. As I rubbed my sleepy eyes, I asked them was everything okay.

My aunt replied that all was fine, that her and my uncle were just checking on me.

I’d fallen asleep after waking up to a dark and gloomy morning. I had been so exhausted and desperately needed a nap. Now I could see it was bright and sunny. Although the storm had passed and the weather seemed nice, I was extremely tired after having not slept well for the last two nights.

My aunt urged me to get up and join them for lunch, reminding me that they’d let me sleep through breakfast.

During lunch they asked about the reunion and I tried to tell them as much about it as I could but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was the old house, the legend and curse, and what my classmate had told me about my parents and the car wreck that took their lives.

I knew I had to tell my aunt and uncle, I dreaded it but knew I had to. So, I just blurted it out all at once. They looked shocked and my aunt began to cry silently, tears running down her cheeks as she looked so very sad. My uncle cleared his throat and said that it was just a rumor, a tale. Surely, I didn’t believe in such he asked me.

When I told them that I wanted to go out to the property today and have a look around my aunt immediately told me no, that doing such would not be a good idea.

They both looked terribly upset when I told them I’d already been on the property the day I arrived in town for the reunion. Once hearing those words my aunt jumped up from her chair at the table and ran out of the room, my uncle followed her.

WOW! I had really made a mess of things now. The last thing I’d ever want to do would be to hurt those two sweet people who’d raised me but I had to know, I had to go back to the house, I had to look around.

I went into my aunt and uncle’s bedroom to find her on the bed with him consoling her. I apologized and told them I loved them. I knew I had to make it up to them somehow for causing them to worry about me.

Part 5.

*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.