The Curse...

"Sky! Georgia," I said, as I was calling through the humid summer night. Georgia came to my command, but Sky was nowhere to be seen, or even heard. I stood at the doorway for three minutes, until I finally put on my shoes and went outside. As I was walking through the tall grass and found my way through the darkness, I noticed something. Something smelled terrible, like rotten sulfur.

I ran back into my house to grab a flashlight. When I came back outside, I saw something horrible. A man, a very starved, skinny looking man, was dead. His bones were visible, he was as pale as snow, and his pupils were gone. I saw many holes throughout his body, they seemed to be homes for many maggots, bugs, and snakes. I was in to much shock to even breath, then the smell, and the sight got to me, and I just got down to my knees, and puked. It felt as if I was puking my throat and my insides out. It took me until two minutes later, to realize it was blood.

I started crying as I ran back into my house. I called the police and the ambulance. I could barely say anything. If I tried to speak, all I could come out with, was a whisper.

As I went back outside, I couldn't find Sky. I searched every last corner. She was nowhere.

The ambulance finally arrived, with what seemed hours. The police came moments after. As I was in the ambulance truck, I realized, that the meat, in the meal I made, moments before the incident, tasted funny. And after a while, I was told that I had food poisoning. I had to go through many amounts of pain in the hospital, only to arrive back at my house, a couple of days later.

As I read the news, I was informed about the body. I was told that the body was "Daniel Rissy". I dropped my drink in fear. That was my brother's friend, who was acting strange a couple days before. The autopsy pointed out that he died of poison. I was breathless, I couldn't even blink. I was wondering if I was going to die along with him.

Fortunately, I didn't die. Two months after the incident, I was digging to build a shed in my backyard. I saw a dirty carcass. It was shriveled up, and it looked like a dog. I just stood there, staring at the corpse. I just dropped, and started crying. I was angry at Daniel, he must have done this. But later that day, my hatred grew stronger.

But my luck was shrinking, many bad things were happening later that day. I tripped, and spilled coffee all over my brand new shirt, and I tripped and nearly broke my neck, falling down my stairs. A few weeks later, the less I thought about what happened with the dog, the less bad things happened. It must be a curse.

If I became angry with Daniel, bad things would happen, but if I didn't think about Daniel at all, nothing bad would happen. I was pinned at the fact that I could never think about my dead dog, ever again. I was heartbroken at this. I never made anymore friends, or bought any more pets.

The curse has stopped recently, even if I thought about Sky. His curse must be growing weaker. It must be over. Later that evening, I watched the news, for the first time in months. My brother was reported dead. I picked up my mug and threw it at the wall. It shattered in pieces. I searched it up on the internet, moments later. His body was like Daniel's, but it wasn't starved. There must be something going on here, his dog was found dead, five months before I found Daniel dead. I must be next. Something is after me. I must not worry though. I must stay on guard for the rest of my life. It isn't worth it anymore. I must end this now.

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