Cursed Closet

CURSED CLOSET

"Mary dear, where have you put your pretty little white dress? ",Mrs Throttle asks a fair blond young girl with rosy cheeks and blue eyes and pale pinked lips of age 12, her first child.

"I have kept it in my closet but I can't find it there Mother", replies Mary as she lets out a sigh. Suddenly, her older brother mark runs in and shows them the pretty white dress looking more stunning than ever.

"Here it is" says Mark a fair brunette young boy with brown eyes of age 8 walks in says as he tosses it to his sister. "Where did you find it?", Mrs Throttle asks her son as she waits for his response. He looks her in the eyes and stutters repeatedly saying garden.

"Mark dear come with me",Mrs Throttle says as she grabs her son as they all go to the garden. Point Mark, she says as he points at the large fountain of water flowing from a girl's eyes with her hands in the air wearing a torn gown.

"Who gave it to you?", Mrs throttle asks her son. Mark stiffens as he looks at his Mother. "Mark dear tell me" ,Mrs Throttle says as she bends down slowly and holds him. Mark looks down as he says softly "MMARTHA"

Mrs Throttle rises slowly from her kneeling posture and looks at her son with a very dark sinister expression as she suddenly bursts out in laughter.

She grabs her son's hand suddenly and drags him downstairs to a dark room. She switches the light on.

A clean room with very furnished furniture of oak wood, with a scent of rosemary and thymes is shown. The room is more marvelling than any other room of the house with it's soft white furnitures and wallpapers of floral designs.

Mrs throttle throws her son in front of a beautiful brown colored closet with beautiful knobs of gold. "Open it", she says with a hoarse voice. Mark cries softly as he opens the wardrobe slowly.

Inside the wardrobe was seen a grey dried up body of a little girl. She was wearing a pretty little red dress and is nailed into the wood of closet.

Oh how her body smelt of cinnamon and death but the dress always looked so beautiful and rosyl. "Look dear, do you see her moving, do you hear her breath?", asked Mrs Throttle.

Mark kept quiet as he cried softly. "Answer me Mark", his mother said as if she were whispering. "No", mark says under his breath as he clenches his fist.

"Louder Mark, louder", Mrs throttle shouts out as she grabs her son harshly. "No", Mark cries out harder than ever.

Mrs Throttle lifts his face up as she wipes his tears slowly and hugs him. "You need discipline my child", says Mrs throttle as she pushes him further into the room and runs out of the room locking it

"When you accept that witch is dead, you will never be free from this type of punishment", she says as she locks the door.

Mark screams "Mother please let me out, I am sorry", repeatedly as he hits the door. Mrs Throttle goes upstairs as she locks the door to the stairs.

Mary rushes to her, "Mother please free Mark". Mrs throttle looks at her daughter. "Would you love to be in his place?" she shouts out.

"No", Mary says as she cries softly. "You know you are my most precious, I am sorry I have shouted at you", Mrs Throttle says as she hugs Mary. "Now go and prepare dear, your people will soon come",Mrs Throttle says as she leads Mary upstairs.

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"Oh my, this drink does taste quite lovely, what is it", says Mrs Greyjoy, sister of Mrs Throttle, Aunt of Mary and Mark.

"It is fermented rose yeast water with some thyme.", says Mrs throttle. "Sister where is your prince charming? Charles", asked Mrs Throttle.

"I don't know, Charles darling", Mrs Greyjoy shouts out as a tall dimly lighted skin man with blond and blue eyes walks in as he says, "Here I am honey".

"Where have you been darling?", asked Mrs Greyjoy as Charles kisses her cheeks. "Just at the veranda", he says as he walks up to Mrs Throttle.

"Hello Jane, looking as beautiful as ever.", Charles says to Mrs Throttle looking gorgeous with her blond hair and brown eyes and Victorian white lace up.

Charles kisses her hand as he looks at her. "Thank you, Charles,", Mrs Throttle says as she smiles.

"Where are my niece and nephew?", Mrs Greyjoy asks Mrs throttle. "Let me call Mary. Mary dear", Mrs Throttle shouts out as Mary comes down the stairs looking pretty as ever in her white pretty dress as she walks to them and bows in courtesy.

"Good day aunt", Mary says as her aunt hugs her. "Pretty dear, where is your brother?", she asks Mary as Mary bends her head down.

"Oh, he does not feel well, so I have left him to rest", says Mrs Throttle as Mrs Greyjoy nods in suspicion. A tall good looking man enters the living room

"Oh Jonathan, there you are, my wife Janice would love to see your studies on stars", Charles says as Jonathan kisses Mrs Greyjoy hands.

"Most definitely, come with me", Jonathan says as he moves to Mrs Greyjoy. "May we", he says as he lets out his hand in which she takes as they exit the premises.

Mrs Throttle and Charles go upstairs. They go to Mrs Throttle's room. Charles walks up to Throttle as he places kisses on her lips and neck while holding her legs up.

"Oh, how glad I am that husband of yours died. Thank God for that horrible thunderstorm", Charles to Mrs Throttle as he kisses her.

"Yes, that horrible fool", Mrs Throttle says as she moans softly as Jonathan kisses her neck. "So happy you tricked him into such a dangerous journey. That weather lie was very hilarious indeed", Mrs Throttle says as Charles slids his hand under her gown.

Mark has his head buried in his legs, his eyes red from crying. "I miss Martha", he says. He cries softly as he remembers Martha, a girl with black hair and green eyes sits beside the fountain as she reads a book to young Mark titled the tale of beautiful mirrors.

As mark remembers, he feels a hand touch him. He looks up as he sees Martha looking beautiful in a pony tail and red dress.

"Martha", Mark says as he hugs her crying into her dress. Martha gently pats his head as she whispers to him, "Dear dear little brother. Don't be sad", as tears fall out of her eyes. "How can I not be sad, you are not with us anymore", Mark says as he cries more.

"I am always with you, I will protect you always", says Martha as she hugs him a bit tighter. "Today shall be their last", she whispers as she smiles.

Charles and Janice go home as the get together is over and so does Jonathan. Mary has changed into a pink floral night gown.

Mrs Throttle enters her room as she tucks her to sleep. She goes downstairs as she unlocks the room in which Mark is locked in.

Mark rises as he looks down. She walks up slowly to him as he looks down. She bends down and raises his head as she looks into his eyes and grabs his hand taking him out of the room.

"Now dear, go and change to your nightwear and come out to eat", she says as Mark nods and goes.

Mrs Throttle heats up some food, as she does this, the house phone rings so loudly. "Oh that startled me." She walks up to the phone as she brings it to her ears.

"Hello", she says. "Statim finis" says a voice in deep sinister followed by wails. Mrs throttle drops the phone in horror.

"Breath Jane, it might just be the neighbours' kids playing pranks", she says to herself. The phone starts ringing erratically again.

Mrs throttle ignores it as it rings more and more. She rushes and picks it. "Who is this?", she shouts in anger.

"Sister it is me", Mrs Greyjoy says to her. Mrs throttle sighs, about to talk but cut off by Mrs Greyjoy's tears. "Sister what is wrong", Mrs Throttle asks her sister.

"Janice, you horrible foul swine, how dare you?", Mrs Greyjoy shouts out. "Sister, have you gone mad, what is wrong with you?", Mrs Throttle says to her.

"How could you? How?", she says to Jane. "How could I what?", Jane shouts out. "You have been seeing Charles, my own husband in secret",Mrs Greyjoy says.

Mrs Throttle is shocked as she shivers. " Sister that must be a lie, let me speak to Charles, he will tell you", she says to her sister as she shakes.

"HE IS DEAD", Mrs Greyjoy says sadly. "I Have slit his throat and torn out his lying tongue", Mrs Greyjoy says as she becomes silent.

"Are you mad?, What the hell have you done? Oh my God", Mrs Throttle screams as she cries out, suddenly wails are heard from the phone crying out "NUNC FINIS". Mrs throttle carries out the phone as she throws the phone out the window.

"Mother why are you crying?", Mary says to her Mother from the stairs as Mrs Throttle tells her to come. Mary goes to Mrs throttle as she hugs her

"Nothing dear", she says as she hugs Mary tightly. "Mom", Mary says repeatedly as Mrs throttle hugs her tighter.

"Mom I can't breathe", Mary says as Mrs throttle moves off her. "Sorry dear". Mark rushes in with a smile. "Mother, Martha is here".

Mrs Throttle's smile faded as she rushes up to her son and grabs his arm and drags him away. "I guess the punishment was not enough", Mrs Throttle says."Mother don't take him there please", Mary says as she holds her mother.

Mrs Throttle pushes her daughter off. Mary follows them downstairs pleading with her Mother "Mother Martha is here", Mark says. Immediately Mrs Throttle slaps him.

Mary runs and holds him. "Move from him Mary", Mrs Throttle says to her daughter as looks angrily. "Move or I will beat sense into you too", she says but Mary does not budge. She raises her hand to slap Mary.

Suddenly Mrs Throttle's hands snaps with her fingers and she screams in pain. Her legs are forced to kneeling as she feels pain. Suddenly Martha's Room opened.

A girl with dried body, black hair and no eyes in red dress walks out bleeding on each step. Mrs Throttle looks in horror as she looks at Martha.

Mrs Throttle is thrown into the room suddenly. "HELLO MOTHER", Martha says gloomy. "No, it can't be, how?", Mrs Throttle shivers.

"Remember your sweet loving daughter you killed because you hated the sight of Father", Martha says as blood falls from her empty eye sockets.

Mrs throttle moves up to her. "Dear, you know I love you, I was not myself, I was depressed, no it was an accident..", she says as Martha's face cringes.

"HOW COULD YOU KILL YOUR OWN CHILD?", Martha says in voices of many as she smiles. "Please don't harm me my child, I love you.", Mrs Throttle says as she cries.

Martha bends and hugs her. She lifts Mrs Throttle's face. She sees Martha looking beautiful as she smiles. Suddenly Martha says "YOU WILL DIE IN THE SAME PAIN YOU CAUSED ME".

The closet suddenly opens as a scream to endless wails and torments comes out. Hands rushes out as they grab Mrs throttle. She screams as she turns to see her husband looking fried up as when he was struck by lightning.

"Albert, help me, don't let your daughter do this.", Mrs Throttle begs as Albert walks to her with his green eyes. "I always loved Mary and Mark even when I knew they weren't mine, now suffer the pains you caused us all, you deserve every ounce of it".

Mrs Throttle screams, as she is thrown into the closet, her face dries up as she cries. Suddenly the closet closes.

Martha and Albert walk to Mark and Mary who were in shock of the whole situation looking beautiful as they hug them. "Martha, Dad, please don't go.", Mark says to them as Mary and him cries. "We are sorry Brother, we have no choice but do take this", Martha says as she hands Mark a book called 'The tale of beautiful mirrors.

"Use this to remember us, we will always protect you and Mary", Martha says as she and her dad grabs their hands and stare into their eyes and fades away slowly as Mark and Mary cry.

SLEEP TIGHT, ENJOY THE DAY, KEEP SKELETONS IN YOUR CUPBOARDS. SHE DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU KEEP YOUR SINS IN THE CLOSET. BE WARNED. – unknown.