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The Curse
Beware the fortune teller
Briggs street was a bustling place during the day and an even crazier place at night. Danny made his way towards the little shop sitting on the corner. The wind picked up, shooting chilly daggers right through him. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his fingers wrapping around the card hidden there.
Curtains over the windows made it impossible to see inside. The only indication the place was even in operation, was a blinking neon sign in the window proclaiming “open”.
With a shaky hand, Danny grabbed the knob, pushed the door open, and walking inside. The room was dark. The only light coming from a lone candle sitting in a corner. A round table sat in the middle of the room, three chairs sitting around it.
“Hello. Is anyone here?” He stepped further into the room, his fingers brushing against the table as his eyes scanned the pictures hanging on the wall. In the dim light, it was hard to make out much, but some of them looked like old family portraits.
“What can I do for you.” The woman’s voice made him jump, and he turned around to find himself face to face with the wrinkled face of an old lady.
“I… I was told you could help me.”
“Yes. I can help many people.” She limped over to the table and sat down. “Come, sit with me.”
