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           Up on Willow Hill, there was a large Willow tree. It's branches were long and sturdy, perfect for climbing. Ten years ago, my little sister and I would always race up to the top of the tiny hill to climb the Willow tree. Back then, nobody told us about the curse the tree held. We didn't know we would get sick. The long beautiful leaves would hold us into a trance, swaying endlessly in the summer breeze.

          I do remember one thing in particular about this tree. It never shed it's leaves. One winter day, the snow was fresh and clean. I hiked up to the Willow tree. The long leaves were coated in a white powder. I was confused, so I just went back home. I didn't tell my sister.

           There was also a small river. It wasn't really much of a river, more like a stream. They say the river water was cursed, and that those who drank from it would die. Of course we didn't know, we never got the chance to sit down and listen to the townspeople speak.

           It was that fateful Sunday night, on a hot summer day, when my sister fell gravely Ill. We had been playing at the Willow tree up at Willow hill. One moment she was alright and jumping, another moment, she had fallen. Her skin was burning hot as I rushed down the hill to my home.  Later that day, I heard about the curse on the tree. It dawned to me that my sister had been thirsty, and she had drunken wafter from the stream. The elders say it was a witch, who cursed the tree and the stream to show her power to the town.

          About two weeks later, my sister passed on. I've allways wondered why I didn't die back then. I should have been the one to drink from the stream. After the death of my sister, I didn't bother going back up to the tree. The memories of my lost sister haunted me, and I dont want to remember anymore. They say she died of a strange case. They never did figure out what type of sickness had taken over her. The doctors called the curse of the tree nonsense, that it was all fake. 
But I still believe the curse is true.
It took my sister.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 18, 2017 ⏰

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