The Cursed Story

Gomez'

ors, my heart still hammering

the narrow crack

ly deserted, bathed in pale, freez

e inside of the doorframe. There was something hidden t

insanely risky plan-f

the i

uldn't stand b

could use my gaze-or my mother's photogra

lly toward the

I lit the incense and deliberately knocked the bu

ntly dotted with tiny, glowing specks of fire.

se had been violently and instantly snuffed out. They formed a jagged,

re. Behind the s

okshelf began to

ined down, scattering all around me. Th

nd realized they were old photographs-s

al town life, blurry faces

of some of the people in the photos had b

w it. A more

unger, but un

g a baby wrapp

by's eyes had been crudely, v

was

baby