The Çurse

The Beginning

The first time I had the dream it scared me half to death. I remember waking up screaming in pain while I was in my dark cold room all alone. I had beads of sweat dripping down my entire body, more than the average 7 year old boy should. I felt like I couldn't move, like my body was glued to the sweat soaked sheets. When I finally opened my eyes I could still see the flaming bodies of the family members I loved. I could still feel the cold hand on my shoulder. I didn't know why all of this was happening at the time, but as I got older the reasons came back to me fast.

The night before i had went to a party with my big cousins they didn't want me there and I really didn't want to go. During the party a girl wearing all black came in and sat in the corner and stared at me, to the point where it felt like she was piercing my soul. My big cousin Jason had a crush on her and he peeped the whole situation and used me to his advantage to try and talk to the girl. She wasn't falling for it but she said I was cute so she wanted me to come with her but my cousin got mad and slapped her. When he did that it's like all of the light happiness and cuteness drained out of her face. She looked at him and said "Lets go have some fun then". We walked out of the party and she said that if we really wanted to have some fun we had to go with her to her favorite place. As we walked down the cold dreary street with only two working light post she talked about how she liked black magic,death,voodoo,and satanic rituals. My cousin Conrad left because he didn't like her vibe but he wouldn't take me with him. We walked up to a graveyard and Jason finally showed the fact that he was shocked about this girl. He stepped back and said that he really didn't feel to good about being in a graveyard. Before he could officially walk away she ran up to him and kissed him on the lips and put her hand in his pants and told him the fun is about to start. We walked a little bit to a cryptic mausoleum with candles lit on the inside. She said it was her favorite place to be it was the burial site of her ancestors. When we walked inside she told Jason to sit down on the outside of the circle across from her and close his eyes. He got mad and said this was stupid and tried to get up, but once again she ran in front of him but this time she hit him in the back of the head then continued to the door and slammed it shut. She locked the door and Jason's throat with the most outrageous strength, because Jason was a 250 pound football player with a extreme temper with no remorse for females. She grabbed him by his throat and told him to stay put or she was going to kill him then she pulled out a knife and cut his wrist. He screamed and kalled her a bitch and she hit him with the butt of the knife and cut him again. Then she walked away from him and drained the blood from the knife into a bowl and then put it in the middle of the circle.Then she walked over to the cowering scared boy in the corner.

She said "You dont have to be scared I'm not going to hurt you I like you"

I looked at her and then looked at the knife then my older bleeding and crying cousin and realized that I didn't know what to to but scream and try to grab the knife.

She must have followed my thought process because she sheathed the blade in it case and said "Trust my words boy I have no intention on hurting you in all honesty I'm goin to do the opposite, I want to give you a prize for how special you are, I see something in you that will be very beneficial and helpful to me and you'r legacy".

She grinned at me then fully smiled and said in a older more mysterious voice that sounded like it belonged to someone much older. "I know more about you then you think young man, I know everything about you I've been here a long time waiting". Then she unsheathed her blade and stabbed me in my arm with deadly and precise quickness and pulled out even faster and draied the blood into a separate bowl.

I stood there in excruciating pain starring at my fresh new wound crying and trying to figure out what was happening. I didn't understand what she was doing at first, but then i saw she was dragging my passed out cousin into a chair then was tying him in a upright position to the chair. I see the red glistening blood ooze out of his bright caramel colored skin and seep on to the cold dead hazy brick floor. He was unconscious I could tell that but the look of his body looked completely lifeless. She told me to lay in the middle of the circle and she said its almost over. Then she walked over and turned the lights off and I remember she walked over towards me mumbling something then something hit me in the back of the head and I was sleep.

When I woke back up the police were all around us and it was day time. My cousin Jason had bled out from his wound and I was covered in blood from him,me,and a person with a feminine genotype. Nobody knew what happened and nobody knew the name of the girl but after that night my life and sleep was never the same.

R.I.P Jason Hood
1995-2006