The Infant

The Infant Chapter 3

~~~~~Chapter 3: The beginning of the END~~~~~

My friend is devastated, I have just been adopted, I am leaving the orphanage in 3 days and I will be leaving my friend forever. I can't visit her since York is hundreds of miles away.

Today I am going to make the most of my time at the orphanage. But, if it's a miserable day outside, which I am referring to as raining, how could I make this day fun?

As I walk past the foreign girls room after breakfast, I see a quite abnormal sight. There, in front of me, is a dark room, multiple candles and the three girls in a circle, mumbling these bundle of words that I couldn't make out. As I stand there staring for a couple of seconds, all the girls turn their heads towards me, with a very frightening look on their face. I get SO scared that I bolted to my room as fast as my legs could manage.

What did I just see? My head starts giving me all these ideas that don't make sense. Just when I got my thoughts back together, I see a dark figure at my bedroom door, I stare at it, and out of the shadows was...ROSIA! "Rosia, you startled me." I screamed. "Calm down you bundle, it was just me, so what ya doing?" Rosia asks, in a cheerful voice. "Nothing, but can I tell you this weird thing that just happened?" I start telling Rosia all I saw, the foreign girls, the set up in their room, THE MUMBLING! Rosia had her mouth wide open. "This all doesn't make sense." said Rosia, dead still. "I know, I mean I didn't know that California girls were this weird!" I replied. Rosia and I thought of all the possibilities on what this was all about. None of it made sense and I was sure I wasn't seeing things. "Ok, let me get this straight, your saying that you saw the foreign girls mumbling random words, along with a dark room and candles around the room right?" asked Rosia, clearing up the bits and pieces. I agreed thats what I saw. "So that could only mean one thing!" Rosia said with the most serious face I have ever seen. "Reciting a CURSE!"

I was shocked, but it did make sense. I suddenly had a flashback, ahhhh wait. I remember, in the middle of the circle was a doll, not like those realistic dolls, kind of like those simple dolls made out of fabric. On the forehead of the doll I saw letters'MT'. I told Rosia my thoughts. "MT, hmm, hey isn't that your initials, MT, Marie Thompson." Rosia said. I suddenly see a frightened face from Rosia. "Does that mean..." Rosia says in a very frightened tone. "I am being CURSED?" I continue Rosia's sentence. Oh.my.God! I stare at Rosia with a very scared look. My head spins, I think back again at what I saw. NO, this can't be, it just can't. Rosia and I decide to do some research. We go on this cursing website. There it was, the method on how to curse a person that you dislike.

Method:

Step 1: If have any type of material or fabric to make a doll, use it so the doll is to be complete.

Step 2: When your doll looks like the person you desire to curse, draw the initials of the person in BLACK BOLD text.

Step 3: When finished, set up a dark room with multiple candles.

Step 4: If multiple people, sit in a circle, if individual, just sit in an open area.

Step 5: Put the doll in front or in the middle of the circle, and recite these words: Amonia, cacola, demona, cursika. Say this line nine times and your curse is complete.

I look at Rosia again, We look at each other with astonishment. This is exactly what the girls did, the mumbling, the doll, the set up, the circle. This ALL makes sense.

I sit with Rosia at lunch. I can't take the thoughts out of my head about the incident this morning. Why are the foreign girls cursing me? What did I do to them? I am very afraid of all the things that will come for me, the events that will destroy my life forever and the thought of it just gives chills down my spine. Could this be the beginning of the END?