The Voodoo Lady - Chapter 1
This story is my first one ever. It's about to kids and a scary curse put on them by the voodoo lady. The story is mainly set on Friday the 13th.
He walked on the room with a scared look on his face as if he had seen a ghost. I asked him what had happened and couldn't believe the response. "I saw my very own spirit in the mirror staring directly at me as if I were dead" Jeremy stated. I told him that he was just imagining things because I knew that it could not have been possible, not in a million years. Jeremy stood in the doorway shaking like crazy and I was speechless. My name is Freddie, and this is my story of how I lost my friend.
It all started on the 13th of July just last year, Jeremy and I were walking home from school just like every other boring day of our lives when I accidentally ran into a voodoo lady while walking with my eyes closed. She started rattling off these really weird words that I didn't really understand but from what I had heard was something to do with the old rumor that Friday the 13th brings bad luck to some. Then like most of the old ladies do, she started hitting with her hand bag which really hurts. We just laughed at the lady and kept on walking until a black cat crossed our path. I wanted to just keep walking but Jeremy was freaked out at the lady which isn't quite surprising as he freaks out about every little thing.
We waited there for ages. I couldn't even keep up with the time. We chatted, played with Jeremy's football and anything else we could think of doing until he said that we could cross. When we eventually got back to my house my mum was extremely angry at the fact that we were home so late and I tried to explain what happened but she just told us that the rumor doesn't exist and that we should have come straight home.
My dad was working on the roof that day and needed me to hold the ladder for him as he went up but I had forgotten not to work under it. I felt fine after walking under it and started to think that perhaps my mum was right and Jeremy was just being his normal self.
Later that night I was brushing my hair for the first time in four weeks, so you could have imagined what state it was in. As I brushed it the brush got caught in my hair and Jeremy had to try to pull it out. We both struggled to get it out until if flung out of my hair and hit the mirror. The mirror cracked into a thousand pieces and they shattered on the floor. Jeremy started to get really freaked out at this stage because he thought I had bad luck for eternity but I told him to stop being so foolish.
We had spaghetti Balinese for dinner that night and just as my luck couldn't have gotten any worse the sauce splattered all over my face and on my favorite shirt. Jeremy said rudely "I told you, you had bad luck but you didn't listen did you....." My mum told us to both knock it off and eat our dinner or she will make tonight have extremely bad luck for the both of us.
That night we watched the Friday the 13th series just like we do every black Friday. We didn't end up going to bed until about 2:30am. Jeremy slept like a baby that night whilst I was tossing and turning. The room was cold and foggy so I held my blankets close to my neck. I keep my window shut of a nighttime because my room gets cold enough as it is but the wind must have been way to powerful to keep it shut. The cold wind forced my window of the hinges and I watched as it flew across the room and hit my wall before shattering.
That morning I felt like yesterday hadn't even happened until I walked downstairs.....
It all started on the 13th of July just last year, Jeremy and I were walking home from school just like every other boring day of our lives when I accidentally ran into a voodoo lady while walking with my eyes closed. She started rattling off these really weird words that I didn't really understand but from what I had heard was something to do with the old rumor that Friday the 13th brings bad luck to some. Then like most of the old ladies do, she started hitting with her hand bag which really hurts. We just laughed at the lady and kept on walking until a black cat crossed our path. I wanted to just keep walking but Jeremy was freaked out at the lady which isn't quite surprising as he freaks out about every little thing.
We waited there for ages. I couldn't even keep up with the time. We chatted, played with Jeremy's football and anything else we could think of doing until he said that we could cross. When we eventually got back to my house my mum was extremely angry at the fact that we were home so late and I tried to explain what happened but she just told us that the rumor doesn't exist and that we should have come straight home.
My dad was working on the roof that day and needed me to hold the ladder for him as he went up but I had forgotten not to work under it. I felt fine after walking under it and started to think that perhaps my mum was right and Jeremy was just being his normal self.
Later that night I was brushing my hair for the first time in four weeks, so you could have imagined what state it was in. As I brushed it the brush got caught in my hair and Jeremy had to try to pull it out. We both struggled to get it out until if flung out of my hair and hit the mirror. The mirror cracked into a thousand pieces and they shattered on the floor. Jeremy started to get really freaked out at this stage because he thought I had bad luck for eternity but I told him to stop being so foolish.
We had spaghetti Balinese for dinner that night and just as my luck couldn't have gotten any worse the sauce splattered all over my face and on my favorite shirt. Jeremy said rudely "I told you, you had bad luck but you didn't listen did you....." My mum told us to both knock it off and eat our dinner or she will make tonight have extremely bad luck for the both of us.
That night we watched the Friday the 13th series just like we do every black Friday. We didn't end up going to bed until about 2:30am. Jeremy slept like a baby that night whilst I was tossing and turning. The room was cold and foggy so I held my blankets close to my neck. I keep my window shut of a nighttime because my room gets cold enough as it is but the wind must have been way to powerful to keep it shut. The cold wind forced my window of the hinges and I watched as it flew across the room and hit my wall before shattering.
That morning I felt like yesterday hadn't even happened until I walked downstairs.....
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