The Method To My Madness

Curses

Dear Y'all,

Do you believe in curses? Or is it just me and my southern superstition? Probably the latter. Anyway! I know I've never done anything to cause someone to curse me. I was raised to behave myself. Now let me explain why I'm talking about curses.

Every year since I was born during the week before, the week of, or the day of Halloween I get incredibly sick. It's crazy. It happens every year without fail. All 17 Halloweens I've lived through I was sick in some way shape or form. Two years ago I was hospitalized the week of Halloween and realized the day before with strict bed rest. Last year I had a horrible cold. I'm talking time to break out the inhaler bad.

When I was younger I never got to go trick or treating. My dad would go out for me. I grew accustomed to this tradition. Or curse rather. So this is partially why I believe in curses. The other reason is because I may not understand witch craft but I believe in it. I believe in Voodoo and this is why I don't play around with Ouija boards. Y'all there are things that just can not be explained.

Here let me give you an example. Many years ago my parents got a divorce. We, meaning my brother, my mom, and myself moved out of our family home and my dad stayed. I continued to use his address to go to my old school. Eventually he moved out and we moved back in but for story sake this hadn't happened yet.

So as I sat waiting for my mom to pick me up in my old room, at my old house, doing my homework at a desk I no longer used something strange happened. It was the middle of May but I could smell a thanksgiving feast cooking. Then the radio I once used started playing but what was the weird part was it wasn't plugged into the wall. Suddenly both the front and back doors opened but I knew I had checked them when I got home to make sure they were locked. As I walked out of my room I heard voices coming from all directions. And then it stopped. The doors slammed shut, the radio stopped playing, the voices were no longer.

My mom was honking outside and I grabbed my things and locked up. That was a weird day that I can't explain nor do I try to. I'm simply saying I think there are things we can never explain. Curses and hauntings, if that's what I've experienced then I accept it.