Curse 1 3 7
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
841
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Curse 1 3 7
Curse 1 3 7
New cases are nothing to me, seeing as how many I get each month. Some catch my eye, some I pass on to lesser investigator. Some I remember for a lifetime.
Such as this case I was given this morning. I’ve encountered the subject of this case before, but never this bad. Victims of Curse 1 3 7 usually die within a few months of encountering it.
Before I continue with further dialogue I must tell of this mysterious curse. It was programmed into a series of video games called Madam Selma’s Fortune. It was a fortune telling game that was supposed to bring good news or luck to the player. Set up much like the animatronics fortune tellers from years before, she was designed with the modern technology. She’d give you lucky numbers, love fortunes, and once in a while, she’d help you choose from many sacks she had if you chose the correct sack, you’d get your money back. Something went wrong during her programming, and one of the programmers was fired. Rumor has it the programmer was related to a Voodoo priestess and snuck in one night with a special curse to place in the vat of material used to make the Selma face and hands. Ever since then… Madam Selma’s fortune has been a mixed bag.
I opened the file to find one of the rarest cases I’d ever encountered. Serah Logan, age 26. She resided at Rambling Oaks Nursing home since she was 17. Five months after returning from a spring break trip to some tropical paradise, her friends mysteriously vanished. She was driven to madness saying that she could still see them, but their bodies were joined and decaying.
The nursing home sent some notes about Miss Logan. As I read them, they all followed the same as other Curse 13 7 cases I’ve been on.
“Patient seems to have lucid moments, but still complains of seeing the bodies of Marsha Sylvan and Shayna Matthews. Her confusion and agitation increase after visits from her friends, though family visits don’t seem to have any effect on her mentally.”
I began to glance through the notes till I found an entry that shocked me.
“Patient is still unwilling to allow any contact with her skin. All staff must wear gloves when assisting in her care. Patient insists that if her skin is touched by another, they will suffer the fate of her friends.”
I sat down the file and called the nursing home. I arranged a visit with Miss Logan and hung up. I glanced around my office and suddenly a old newspaper clipping caught my eye. It was over ten years old, clipped when my part of the cheerleading squad from my school won a dance competition. There was a photo of seven smiling girls, three boys, and one sponsor.
“1 3 7.…” My eyes widened as I began to read the names. “Miss Doreen Burr, Shayna Matthews, Marsha Sylvan, Serah Logan, Kayla Matthews, Kara Matsumoto, Tailor Logan, Casey Smith. The guys.. Shane Taylor, Zack Mills, and Lee Morris.”
All ten students had gone to my high school, and the teacher was one who taught English and managed the dance team. I remember Serah as being a good friend of mine till after her trip to California for the dance competition. Kara had chosen a song for them, and they always got rave reviews whenever they did the routine. Shortly after graduation, Kara moved to Japan to be closer to family, Kayla, Tailor and Casey had gone on to college. Kayla and Shayna were twin sisters, Tailor and Serah were cousins. I blinked. It was sad that Serah had gone mad after Marsha and Shayna disappeared.
I checked my watch and gathered up the file and my notepad. As much as I love computers, they are absolutely useless to write notes on.
I arrived at the nursing home shortly after lunch. I checked in at the nurses station and was directed to Serah’s room. I knocked. Over eleven years has passed, and I doubt she’d even have recognized me under normal conditions.
“Please, just come on in!” Her voice sounded weak, but still clear.
“Hi! Miss Logan. I’m Cheryl Adams from..”
“I know. Paranormal Experts. I had the home contact you. I noticed this about two weeks ago. One of the aides said it was a grotesque statue, but yesterday.. It spoke.”
She opened her closet and pulled out a decaying box. Inside looked like some grotesque miniature statue of two half formed but decayed human bodies. I reeled back.
“Cheryl, I know you are the only one who will believe me. I asked for you specifically. They told me you worked on a few 1 3 7 cases.”
“Serah, yes.. But.. Nothing happened to the guys, or Miss Burr.”
“Miss Burr died in a car crash the month after they disappeared. You know that as well as I do.”
“She was hit by a drunk.”
“Cheryl, you never heard the full story. Shayna and Marsha decided to try a Madam Selma game while we were on vacation in Mexico. She told us we’d win the dance competition. Then had us choose three of seven sacks. I was leery of the machine and stood away, but they chose 1 3 and 7. Shortly after graduation, they died mysteriously. Their parents moved away because every time they were buried, their bodies resurfaced, and cremation.. That never worked either.. Their bodies would re-form afterwards.
I sat for over eleven years in the nursing home, with their small amount of remains in a steel urn. Some time after the last attemt to bury them, their bodies looked about half the size of that thing in the box. I was able to keep them.. But.. Now they are growing. And I remember that Madam Selma’s words clearly.”
Serah rubbed her hands down her sides nervously and looked at me. I could see no trace of madness in her eyes.
“So.. This.. Curse.. You think they were somehow…”
“Cheryl, Marsha’s aunt was into Voodoo. Her father died because her aunt hated him. But.. Hear me out.. Please.” Her voice pleaded.
“Serah, you know I am here to listen.”
Serah reached out and touched my arm. Instantly, I was could see her memories. This is why she allowed no one to touch her. The memories, the curse had marred her, and anyone who had any shred of positive feelings for her would be tormented by those same memories that drove her into madness.
“Joy you three shall have, short lived it will be. Bag one of three. Sorrow and anger to carry till my curse wears thin, bag two of three. Life of misery and pain you shall have, death comes naught till my curse wears thin. Bag three of three” Serah suddenly let go of my arm.
“That was Selma’s words to us. 137 days after that trip, they disappeared. It’s been almost 137 months since. I think.. I don’t know anymore, Cheryl. I think I really am mad. I’m crazy. People whisper about me. They think I killed them.. They..” Serah buried her face in her hands and cried.
It was true. People had whispered and pointed at her after Marsha and Shayna disappeared. Then we were all shocked to find their bodies, just two days after they disappeared, badly decomposed and damaged. The funniest thing though, I remember the funeral home being unable to put them in any casket for anything they were put in, casket, clothes, anything simply rotted off within minutes.
Now seeing how this affected one of the best friends I had throughout school really hurt. A stab of guilt laced through me as I suddenly regretted only visiting once a year and sending cards to Serah on her birthday and Christmas.
I remembered the trip to Mexico. I remembered the fun we shared on the beaches, and the strange looking Madam Selma game that stood in one lowly café.
That game gave me the creeps, in more ways then one.
(end part one)
New cases are nothing to me, seeing as how many I get each month. Some catch my eye, some I pass on to lesser investigator. Some I remember for a lifetime.
Such as this case I was given this morning. I’ve encountered the subject of this case before, but never this bad. Victims of Curse 1 3 7 usually die within a few months of encountering it.
Before I continue with further dialogue I must tell of this mysterious curse. It was programmed into a series of video games called Madam Selma’s Fortune. It was a fortune telling game that was supposed to bring good news or luck to the player. Set up much like the animatronics fortune tellers from years before, she was designed with the modern technology. She’d give you lucky numbers, love fortunes, and once in a while, she’d help you choose from many sacks she had if you chose the correct sack, you’d get your money back. Something went wrong during her programming, and one of the programmers was fired. Rumor has it the programmer was related to a Voodoo priestess and snuck in one night with a special curse to place in the vat of material used to make the Selma face and hands. Ever since then… Madam Selma’s fortune has been a mixed bag.
I opened the file to find one of the rarest cases I’d ever encountered. Serah Logan, age 26. She resided at Rambling Oaks Nursing home since she was 17. Five months after returning from a spring break trip to some tropical paradise, her friends mysteriously vanished. She was driven to madness saying that she could still see them, but their bodies were joined and decaying.
The nursing home sent some notes about Miss Logan. As I read them, they all followed the same as other Curse 13 7 cases I’ve been on.
“Patient seems to have lucid moments, but still complains of seeing the bodies of Marsha Sylvan and Shayna Matthews. Her confusion and agitation increase after visits from her friends, though family visits don’t seem to have any effect on her mentally.”
I began to glance through the notes till I found an entry that shocked me.
“Patient is still unwilling to allow any contact with her skin. All staff must wear gloves when assisting in her care. Patient insists that if her skin is touched by another, they will suffer the fate of her friends.”
I sat down the file and called the nursing home. I arranged a visit with Miss Logan and hung up. I glanced around my office and suddenly a old newspaper clipping caught my eye. It was over ten years old, clipped when my part of the cheerleading squad from my school won a dance competition. There was a photo of seven smiling girls, three boys, and one sponsor.
“1 3 7.…” My eyes widened as I began to read the names. “Miss Doreen Burr, Shayna Matthews, Marsha Sylvan, Serah Logan, Kayla Matthews, Kara Matsumoto, Tailor Logan, Casey Smith. The guys.. Shane Taylor, Zack Mills, and Lee Morris.”
All ten students had gone to my high school, and the teacher was one who taught English and managed the dance team. I remember Serah as being a good friend of mine till after her trip to California for the dance competition. Kara had chosen a song for them, and they always got rave reviews whenever they did the routine. Shortly after graduation, Kara moved to Japan to be closer to family, Kayla, Tailor and Casey had gone on to college. Kayla and Shayna were twin sisters, Tailor and Serah were cousins. I blinked. It was sad that Serah had gone mad after Marsha and Shayna disappeared.
I checked my watch and gathered up the file and my notepad. As much as I love computers, they are absolutely useless to write notes on.
I arrived at the nursing home shortly after lunch. I checked in at the nurses station and was directed to Serah’s room. I knocked. Over eleven years has passed, and I doubt she’d even have recognized me under normal conditions.
“Please, just come on in!” Her voice sounded weak, but still clear.
“Hi! Miss Logan. I’m Cheryl Adams from..”
“I know. Paranormal Experts. I had the home contact you. I noticed this about two weeks ago. One of the aides said it was a grotesque statue, but yesterday.. It spoke.”
She opened her closet and pulled out a decaying box. Inside looked like some grotesque miniature statue of two half formed but decayed human bodies. I reeled back.
“Cheryl, I know you are the only one who will believe me. I asked for you specifically. They told me you worked on a few 1 3 7 cases.”
“Serah, yes.. But.. Nothing happened to the guys, or Miss Burr.”
“Miss Burr died in a car crash the month after they disappeared. You know that as well as I do.”
“She was hit by a drunk.”
“Cheryl, you never heard the full story. Shayna and Marsha decided to try a Madam Selma game while we were on vacation in Mexico. She told us we’d win the dance competition. Then had us choose three of seven sacks. I was leery of the machine and stood away, but they chose 1 3 and 7. Shortly after graduation, they died mysteriously. Their parents moved away because every time they were buried, their bodies resurfaced, and cremation.. That never worked either.. Their bodies would re-form afterwards.
I sat for over eleven years in the nursing home, with their small amount of remains in a steel urn. Some time after the last attemt to bury them, their bodies looked about half the size of that thing in the box. I was able to keep them.. But.. Now they are growing. And I remember that Madam Selma’s words clearly.”
Serah rubbed her hands down her sides nervously and looked at me. I could see no trace of madness in her eyes.
“So.. This.. Curse.. You think they were somehow…”
“Cheryl, Marsha’s aunt was into Voodoo. Her father died because her aunt hated him. But.. Hear me out.. Please.” Her voice pleaded.
“Serah, you know I am here to listen.”
Serah reached out and touched my arm. Instantly, I was could see her memories. This is why she allowed no one to touch her. The memories, the curse had marred her, and anyone who had any shred of positive feelings for her would be tormented by those same memories that drove her into madness.
“Joy you three shall have, short lived it will be. Bag one of three. Sorrow and anger to carry till my curse wears thin, bag two of three. Life of misery and pain you shall have, death comes naught till my curse wears thin. Bag three of three” Serah suddenly let go of my arm.
“That was Selma’s words to us. 137 days after that trip, they disappeared. It’s been almost 137 months since. I think.. I don’t know anymore, Cheryl. I think I really am mad. I’m crazy. People whisper about me. They think I killed them.. They..” Serah buried her face in her hands and cried.
It was true. People had whispered and pointed at her after Marsha and Shayna disappeared. Then we were all shocked to find their bodies, just two days after they disappeared, badly decomposed and damaged. The funniest thing though, I remember the funeral home being unable to put them in any casket for anything they were put in, casket, clothes, anything simply rotted off within minutes.
Now seeing how this affected one of the best friends I had throughout school really hurt. A stab of guilt laced through me as I suddenly regretted only visiting once a year and sending cards to Serah on her birthday and Christmas.
I remembered the trip to Mexico. I remembered the fun we shared on the beaches, and the strange looking Madam Selma game that stood in one lowly café.
That game gave me the creeps, in more ways then one.
(end part one)