The Curse

It is a store presentable enough on the outside but on the inside it is completely empty. That is because it is a store which cannot be owned. The only thing bought and sold in it is the store itself.



“Where’s the items” said the man as he walked in.



“There’s none, but if you give me five bucks the stores yours.” The man at the counter said, and so was the way the stores curse passed hands, money. At the time he had thought it was the best bargain he had ever made, but he didn't know what waited for him in the attic.



------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Honey, come on, let's bring the supplies in" he said as they walked to there newly fixed store. They had transferred it into a tool store and were bringing in power tools as it fell to the ground at the door and they tried really hard but it was like a barrier, they couldn't get it in.


"What's happening?" asked his wife Matilda. She was tall and beautiful with flowing red hair.


"I don't know" he said as he saw a dark silhouette move across the a window on the top floor slowly. "Honey, I'll be right back" he said as he walked into the store while she wore her confused face and began to follow. He slowly walked up the stairs to the top floor and as he opened the door to the attic a bright light shown in his face before it disappeared but he wonder still remained on his face.


"Hello?" he asked as his wife walked in to the room.


"What is it" asked Matilda


"There was a light just a moment ago" he said the wonder on his face still remaining


"Well its not here now..."


"BUT IT WAS!" He yelled anger now on his face


"Jeez, chill. I'll wait down stairs" she said as she left and closed the door.


But the door had not been closed long before he heard "Jeez, you've been very bad at this. And who names ther kid Jeez any way?"


"Who is that?" he asked


"Your pet, but don't you know the rules?"


"What rules? Who are you?" he said panicked unsure if he was crazy or if it was the room speaking to him.


"I told you, I'm the pet. The rules are that the store must be sold, nothing else."


"Who is this?"


"Sssshh" said the voice as he blacked out.


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Jeez awoke in the morning on a cold hard wooden fence. At first he was startled by this and tried his best to get up. He saw that his sneacker and socks were gone and a quick feel through showed that his phone, iPod and house keys to were gone. This quickly awoke him with a start as he thought of his beautiful Matilda. He looked at the street signs, he was a mile from his house. It took him several minutes but he got home and found his door locked. He went around the back and broke the window as he fell through into his home. He hurried upstairs to there room and opened the door. And there she layed facedown on the bed.


"Matilda?" he asked as he approcahed and poked her un moving body. He then turned her over and broke down crying as he saw the blood stained night gown and bed sheet. He collasped to his knees as he the truth sank in. He would never be able to hold his dear Matildat, to whisper "I love you" after a long romantic evening again. His dear Matilda was dead. And there he kneeled crying over her bloody corpse for several hours before he was finally able to gain composure enough to call the cops. When they came an ambulance took the body away. They asked him a few questions and he explained that he had been knocked out and his phone, ipod, keys and shoes stolen. That he loved his wife and would never do it. And then they left and he tried to get some sleep but the one time he was able to get a minute's sleep he heard her voice, yelling for help from the abyss she was probably now wallowing in. It was simply to haunting so he turned on the stove to make himself some tea to calm himself down but before he got the water on the on stove he broke down crying again. And there he cried untill he fell asleep, tears still in his eyes.

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He awoke at twelve the next day to the smell of smoke. He awoke in a shock as he saw that a blaze had just surrounded him.

"HELP!!!!!" he screamed desperately but he knew that his abilities as a track star couldn't help him out of this one. He had just given up hope as a blast of water from a hose burst through an open window and as it met with the water steam rose up and the fire was extenguished.

"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled again this time louder with new hope.

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Out side the fireman heard his screams of desperations and burst into the building. as they sprayed down the fire working towards the dining room. Slowly but surely they were confident that they were going to make it in time. Then they saw his face. There was a look of horror and anguish on it.

"Hold on, we're coming" yelled one of the fireman, Chuck, as they kept on approaching, fighting the blaze as they went. They then managed to reach him and carried him out of his incedibly shaken as the cieling collasped where he had just been standing. In interviewing Jeez they learned about his wife and how the fire started. By then end of the hour the fire was gone but most of the house leveled. He resigned to walking to his store once the guys from insurance left and the firefighters left and the well wishers walked back home. The walk seemed far longer then usual for him. He had no idea what was left in his life but only that everything he had was gone. All he knew was that there was one place to go, the store and its strange light. When he reached the store he went up to the top floor and sat down and cried once more.

"What is wrong?" came a mysterious, comforting voice from no where.

"Ma-Matilda?" He asked recognizing the voice of his wife.

"Yes, where am I?" His beautiful wife asked

"Don't worry, every thing's ok. Is any one else there?" He said

"Yes, there is this strange baby here" the voice said when he realized the worse truth of all, she had been pregnant when she died.

"Don't worry, it's ok" He said, trying to be strong.

"Jeez, am I, am I dead?" asked Matilda

"Yes" he said beginning to cry.

"Don't cry" She said, "It'll only take a step" and then he saw what she was talking about, an open window. His mind raced with the possibilities. He slowly walked over to the window. "Come on, just one step" said the voice as he looked down seeing that the drop may kill him. He began to take a step, then turned around.

"Animus, ostendo tui formo" said Jeez, his best attempt to say "Spirit, show yourself" in Latin, his arm out stretched.
"Over here" came Matilda's voice from the corner of the room. He quickly turned to face her and his child but standing there was a man in a suit.
"Who are you?" asked Jeez
"The resident spirit" said the spirit, his voice now suave and smooth.
"And your name is..."
"Charles, Charles Smith. I was the original owner of this great establishment"
"But I can't sell anything in it"
"You can sell the store, hell you bought it for five bucks!"
"How did you know that?"
"I am the store. It is cursed so I must haunt it untill it gets sold over and over again."
"And what does this haunting include?" asked Jeez
"Just some really bad luck, killed the last guy's mother. That was fun" said charles
Jeez then flew at him trying desperately to punch his face as his fist repeatedly went through. "You bastard! How dare you do that crap to me! What did I do to you! Hell what did we do to YOU!" Jeez yelled out in anger.
"The store is only sold through a specific family line, the line that exterminated mine."
"Was she really-"
"Pregnant? Yes. There both dead and I'm loving this. The anguish of the living is great fuel for me" said charles as Jeez slowly pulled a metal pipe towards him and swung it at Charles' head and he screamed as a mighty flame consumed him and he dissapeared.
"Jump" came the sweetly seductive voice from within his head. He knew that there was one thing left to do. He walked towards the window as his dead wife's voice became louder and pulled out a match and lit it. Then he dropped and let it spread.
"No don't! Stop it! Stop it!" Came a demonically warped voice and of course he didn't stop it. And within a matter of seconds the passage ways out were blocked by flames and he calmly walked towards it knowing that he may never live again...