It was a really nice evening so I decided to do a little exploring. Me and my girlfriend just moved here at New York because she wants to live in a bigger city. Anyway, while I was walking in the streets, I saw a small tent with the words 'Fortune Teller' written on it. I got interested so I decided to go inside. I'm not really a believer of Fortune Telling and all that bullshit, that's why I wanna test their skills out.
"Hello, how can I help you?" the strange looking old lady greeted me as I entered the tent.
"Uhm... Can you do my older brother's reading? His name is Matty Mullins..." the truth is, I don't have any brother. I just wanna prove that fortune telling is not true. I gave her my own name, birthday, age (I added 3 years to my real age by the way), and all the basic information. When I was done, she looked into her magic ball. Her eyes went wide and I wanted to laugh at her face but I bit my tongue. She chanted to herself and put out a deck of cards, and pulled out one card. Her face went pale and she almost passed out.
"Where is your brother?" she demanded with a shaky voice.
"At home." I lied.
"Tell him to take care of himself. Look after him very carefully. You can go now, you don't have to pay. Just take care of your brother." she spoke in a hurried manner and practically pushed me out of the tent.
"Will you please say what the... 'magic ball' said?" I said in a somewhat annoyed manner. She still looks scared but said it anyway.
"Your brother should've died 3 years ago today."
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Gloomy Night Rain
HorrorOne shot creepy stories. Vote and comment and let me know what you think about my writing. Criticism will be accepted as long as it's reasonable. I'll edit a few parts and sorry for the amount of swearing. Anyway, read on and hope you'll enjoy :)
