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My story: The Curse...
When the time came for her to go to sleep, the girl was wary. She would close her eyes and see the red of his smile, open them only to see the yellow glow of his eyes. There was no escaping him, he was her curse, she knew not why it was so nor did she ever question it. She washed her eyes in the bathroom and still his face was there. Smiling back at her as though she had said something funny, he was there. Every night he was there. Even if she didn’t see him he was there and she knew this by his chuckle. His haunting chuckle echoed through her ears. Every so often he’d ask her a question, the same question: “You want to know something?” And every single time she hesitantly replied “no.” This went on for a year, every single night even if she was miles away from her home he was there. She would go visit family, of which had no idea of his presence, and as she prepared to sleep in the spare bedroom, upon opening the door there he’d be chuckling on the bed already laid out for her. She never got used to seeing him, the blood on his smile, the black of his hands; the grease paint that covered his face was always sloppy and dirty. It was a sight to behold only in a harrowing. Then the night came that he would ask his question and it would be answered. He asked eager as always: “You want to know something?” She replied: “Yes if only to change this routine I have to suffer.” To which he replied: “I love you!” He chuckled some more then grew quiet as she lay there speechless. She quickly sat up to look around and he was gone. She had gotten rid of her curse. As she lay back down on her bed she could feel his presence one last time. “You know some people just want to let things out, thank you for letting me do that after so long…”