Eversence I was a kid, I was told stories of my grandmother's adventures. I loved hearing these stories but as I grew older I stopped listening to these stories as I stopped beliveing in them. It was as if the charm ran away. All the stories were written in a diary from which my mother would tell me and my sister. My mother died when I was 12 and my sister was 15. After a 10 years I found the diary again in a small cabnit but this time the pages were torn only showing a few words with no connection. As I fliped throught the burnt, tore and destroyed pages I found the last page intact. The last page read,"This quest for the holy water led me to a old, creepy and disterbing hut of sourts. This hut belonged to a witch who cursed me with a sickly disesase which would cause all my female disendents to die at the age of 35." Reading this my blood ran cold in fear as I realised my mother was also 35 when she died. I showed this to my sister and she shaked it off stating that it's just superstition and coincidence and I beleived her for the most part but there was a side of me which didn't beleive in it. Soon my sister's 35th birthday came and the same night she died. The police came to investigate but they found no clues and reported it as accidental death by hitting her head on the cornor of the desk. All the memories of the curse came flodding in and I realised what had happened. As my 35th birthday came close I was barely even eating, sleeping or even coming out of my room. I tried to forget it stating that it was just a coincident but as my birthday crepped closer the feelings got stronger. I started getting scared with even a bit of noise and even shadows. When it was my birthday I locked all the doors and windows of my room even blocking the door with a sofa. As the day started at Midnight my doors started banging and everytime louder and louder making my stomach drop to the floor. As the day passed seconds fealt like centures and around after 12 hours of banging it became quiet a bit too quiet. And then I saw it my sister standing on the corner of my room with the most serious expression I have ever seen. She slowly spoke in a tone lighter than the air,"Suzan,Suzan." I wanted to scream in fear but my voice wouldn't come out. Suddenly a constant ratteling started on the window as the sprit of my sister disappeared leaving a note behind. As I looked at the window I saw a shadowe figure staring down at me. I wanted to run but I couldn't move a single muscle. As I mustured up the courage I took the note left behind and read it. It read, "Suzan if you are reading this i'm dead. But there is one thing I have to tell you. The women in our family they aren't cursed they're blessed by god. We all have the power to bring balance in the world but there are people who are scared of this power. The power we get when we reach 35." Suddenly everything made sence. I wasn't afraid anymore much rather I felt a surge of power run through my body. I went to the window, opened it and noticed a man standing on the other side. He started trembelling in fear as he shooting me but the bullets just bounced of. Suddenly my anger for my sister and my mother took control as I punched him causing him to fly away. I don't know what these powers are but there is one thing I know. I'm not cursed, I'm blessed. I'm not scared or weak, I'm powerful.
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