Feeding Ground

Madrassa's Curse

Dedicated to: @Spicy_wolf  @LizzyMokgethi   @ozziehanna

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The question came from a man who was raking his yard in the trailer next door. He wore a red ball cap over his long white hair; with the equally long white beard and overalls, he reminded Dan of Uncle Jesse from the Dukes of Hazzard.

"Hi, my name is Dan, this is my wife Molly. Just visiting Pete. Have you seen him?" Dan asked.

"Nope. Haven't seen him in about a week." The older man replied, wiping his forehead with a red handkerchief. "I'm Marty Hoskins."

"Nice to meet you. You said you haven't seen him in a week?"

Hoskins pointed at Pete's black Dodge Charger sitting in the driveway. "His car's catalytic converter is clogged; means the vehicle makes a hell of a racket, coming and going. I haven't heard it leave the driveway in more than a week." His watery blue eyes cut toward the woods behind Pete's trailer and he mumbled something under his breath.

"What did you say?" Molly asked.

"I said people just disappear around here, but it's been a long time; I was a boy, around nine or so, the last time a bunch of people went missing." He pointed to the woods. "In there. Many folks think it is part of Madrassa's curse."

"Curse?" Molly frowned and looked at Dan with a confused expression.

Dan shook his head, curling his lip slightly. "We will come back later; thanks for the information."

As they got back in the mustang, Molly asked "What curse?"

"People say there is a curse on the generation that grew up here in Madrassa, my generation. It's nonsense though; supposedly anyone born here in Madrassa is cursed to fail at everything they do. They can only escape the curse if they move away from this county and live somewhere else. As you can tell, I am not living under any curse."

"Yes, but you left."

Dan tsked and sneered in her direction. "Don't tell me you believe in curses now! That old man is a kook. Forget what he said."

"We should have asked him for the names of the other people who have vanished," Molly said. "Maybe we can find records, like at a library or something?.

"It's getting late. We can visit the library tomorrow. I'm getting hungry again."

They drove over to the restaurant on Mill street. Dan was telling her how their steak was pretty good. It was nearly 4 pm, but when they pulled into the restaurant parking lot, theirs was the only car.

"This is their dinner crowd on a Friday night?" Molly attempted to joke "The steak can't be that special."

Dan didn't laugh. "Stay here."

"Not bloody likely!" Molly jumped out at the same time. "I've seen enough horror movies to know that people need to stick together. And leave it running!" she said as Dan turned back to turn the car off.

She scooted around the car and grabbed his arm. They crept up to the entrance. He held the door open and gestured grandly

"After you my dear" this earned him a poke in the stomach.

"Nice try--I am NOT going in there first."

They were both laughing now as Dan went in first. The door creaked slowly shut behind them. It was dark inside. The air conditioner wasn't running--there was no hum of machines. Their laughter died.

"Hello?" Dan called out. No response.

They walked in a little farther, up to the pass-through window between the kitchen and the dining room. The kitchen was dark and empty.