Short Story: The Curse Is Coming True?

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After a long silence, my grandma finally say, “The curse is coming true,” “What curse are you talking about grandma? Our family is nice to everybody, so how can they cursed us?” I asked her. “That was years ago mom and besides, she is already dead,” mom said. “That is why I say the curse is coming true. She said she will do it even after his death,” grandma said. “Can anyone please tell me what the curse is?” I asked. “It started twenty years ago,” grandma said. “Two boys fall in love with the same girl but obviously the girl can’t marry both boys so they fought to won the girl’s heart. When I said fought, I meant it literally. They fought like in the heroes in the Bollywood movies using real knives. Unfortunately one of the boy accidentally …show more content…
“Why nobody told me about this? I mean although it sounds ridiculous but I have my rights to know about it,” I said after we got back home. “Like you said, it is ridiculous so, we did not tell you until this happened,” grandma said. “I still think it is utter nonsense. He died out of old age and he must be depressed that is why he talked to himself. Besides, dead old lady cannot kill people right? In conclusion no unearthly being is involved. End of story,” mom said and I went to sleep before someone banged my door loudly like Armageddon took place …show more content…
“Get to the Masjid quick! We need an Imam to help us!” mom shouted. The problem is the car won’t start and Morsyee Dayan was on the roof banging it with her head. Dad said a prayer and Morsyee Dayan shouted, “Oh, please I read the Quran better than you! Hahahaha!”. “Shut up Satan!” I shouted and she said, “Looks like you are the first to die”. “I will die but not in your hands,” I replied and shouted, “Forget the car, we are going to run!” We Jumped out of the car faster then we ran faster than the wind towards the nearest Masjid. “There’s a shortcut but we need to pass through the woods,” Grandma said. “Then let’s take it. I’m almost fifty and I haven’t ran this fast since 1986,” dad said. “Try not to forget that I’m seventy,” grandma said. I would have laughed if there is no ghost behind me waiting for the right moment to end my

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