Another little story from a little author ♡ PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
My name is Emily Mathers and my sister died.
Well, committed suicide.
It happened almost a year ago.
It's been on the news and everything so everybody knows.
What everybody don't know is this strange darkness that looms on this house.
No it isn't depression... It's darkness...A curse if you will.
A curse that will stop at nothing to get what it wants.
She died in the guest room, the room that hasn't been used yet.
Believe it or not, she hasn't been on my mind a lot.
I miss her, but the curse is constantly on my mind.
I can't think of nothing else.
Curse. Curse. Curse.
It's like it takes over my mind.
Sometimes I get the feeling that I should do something irrational.
But I constantly push them thoughts away.
But what happens when I can no longer push them away?