Cursed to live....AGAIN

Raynelle

Raynelle

It had been hours and she was giving me an awful headache. She just wouldn't settle down. She was rattling around in my head, going from door to door and inserting herself into my memories the same was I was doing to her. Every time she would enter one and watch how I used to be with my family, I would remember as well.

The memories would make me sadder and sadder because I missed those days, especially with daddy. What was worse was having Rueann live my life and them never know the difference, I mean, how could they? She was me in a sense. She could read almost every thought, and I say almost because for some reason, when being taken over, people can hide some of the thoughts. When I would do this she would just pretend that she didn't remember what they were speaking of or go along with it in any case. Noone was ever the wiser.

She finished college, married and even had children, all done as if she were me. Now it was my chance to do the same. The day my body died, her spirit followed it and I was released, but woke back in this house as a spirit. Even with her dying in my then aged body in a hospital bed, our spirits are destined to be returned back to this home. So, I waited and now here I was.

Royce had moved in and I done the same, so to speak. Walking over to her medicine cabinet, I took some pain reliever for my head and then stepped into the shower. She had a lunch date with some friend and if I was to take over her life, I had to do exactly what it was that she would and pray not to be found out. See, we were still in New Orleans and there were still those who spoke to spirits, read cards and bonded with the earth. The same as the woman who had cursed our ancestor all those years ago. 

All it would take was one slip-up, or one well timed scream from Royce to draw their attention. From there they would be able to read me and know that it wasn't her but me living in her body as she was forced to watch from inside. Some may decide to stay away from it as they respected the curses of other witches. They believed that if they were forced to cast such then there was a good reason. Yet, there were others who didn't believe that cursing someone was the way to use the gifts shared with them from the earth. They believed in helping others gently.

Stepping out of the shower and drying this new body of mine off, I went over to her pictures again and studied her clothing. I needed to dress the way that she would so that I didn't arouse any suspicion. Once I thought I understood her style, I headed over to her closet and began to look through her wardrobe. I found a golden colored sweater that stopped just above her navel and some black jeans. I put them both on and then added a pair of boots that matched the sweater and stopped just over her thighs. Her hair was easy enough because it was the exact type of hair I once had when my body was alive. I would spend hours in the mirror playing with it. 

I had put curls in it last night and secured them with bobby pins. Now, I took each one down and the ran my hands through the curls until they were beautiful and covered her whole head. The last thing I grabbed were a pair of butterfly earrings. Looking at the clock I realized that I was going to be late, so I grabbed her bag out of the chair and headed towards the stairs. What I didn't realize was that I had forgotten something that she would never have not worn. It was the silver crucifix that was passed down in our family through the females the same as this curse. The irony in that was not beyond me. This crucifix would prove to help her and possibly be my undoing.