Witches, Ghosts & Other Haunts

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝕬𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓

     Hi! My name is Mindy Anderson. I used to think that my life was pretty normal--that is, until one awesome weekend that sealed my fate forever...

     Have you ever gotten bored? Dumb question, right? Everyone gets bored once in a while. But I mean really bored. So bored that you would do anything just to take your mind off of how bored you really are? If so, here is an interesting thing to do; trace your family history. Be warned though, you might find something that you would've been better off not knowing.

     It was my thirteenth birthday on a cool and sunny October afternoon. Now, normally on your birthday, everyone (especially your family members) is supposed to pay attention to you, right? Well, unfortunately for me, it doesn't work that way in my family. It used to, but for some reason, it changed. Now, for some reason, it happens to be the favorite child who gets all the attention at any time. No questions asked. (In this case, it happens to be my snotty little science freak of a younger brother!)

     My family was sitting around the kitchen table and we were just getting ready to cut the cake, when my brother, Matthew, barged into the kitchen. He had just won first prize at the annual science fair (hence the nickname, "Science Freak") and he was jumping up and down demanding my family's attention. He thinks he is so much better than me just because he got all the brains and good looks at conception and I got whatever was left over. "I won!" he shouted, all too pleased with himself for rushing in just in time to stop me from, heaven forbid, getting a scrap of attention. As my mother and father were crowding around him and hugging him, he shot the meanest look in my direction.

     "That is sooooooooo fantastic!" cooed my younger sister, Abigail. For some reason, she doesn't like me very much. She looks up to Matthew and I think that she must have been a Mini Pinscher or some other small dog sometime in her past lives because she is incredibly short and all she does is growl at me. Once, she even tried to bite my ankles! This was a typical scene from my house: my brother getting all the attention and my sister rubbing it in.

     For some reason, I suddenly thought of what my Great Aunt Agatha used to say to me when I would get ignored like this: "Every person has a gift, and in that gift lies their eternal destiny." I knew what Matthew's fate was--to be a science freak and to rub it in my face every time he succeeds at anything. I hope one of his experiments blows up in his face some day just so he won't look better than me anymore! I thought as I watched him as my parents and sister cooed at him. Ha ha! Then I would have something to rub into his face for a change.

     I got really bored since my parents decided to take my brother to the best pizza place in town and they hadn't bothered to invite me. So I decided to go to the library and read. I was looking through a book of local history and was shocked to discover a picture in it that looked almost exactly like me! There was no mistaking the uncanny likeness of our features. Under the picture were printed the words:

Mary Kay Anderson
October 31, 1612 - October 31, 1639

     "Spooky," I muttered to myself. "October thirty-first is my birthday too," I added to nobody. Then I did some calculations and discovered that she was only twenty-seven years old. She died on her twenty-seventh birthday, I realized and I suddenly felt woozy. I was no longer interested in the library so I went home after checking out the book to curl up and read in my own chair in my own room.

     That night, after I had been reading about Mary Kay Anderson until well past midnight, I had a dream--well, nightmare. I was in a foggy old cemetery. I knew the old graveyard too. It was right up the road from my house on Redwood Drive. I was wandering around not knowing how I had gotten there when Mary Kay Anderson's grave loomed before me. I looked down to read what the grave said.