The Curse
As I walked through the garden with a friend of
mine, we saw a sculpture with big yellow eyes that was shaped like a pot. It
had markings all over it. It also had legs with stripes sticking out on the
top. It made the scenery unbearable. Then, it disappeared.
“I think we
better go home,” I mumbled.
As we walked home, we kept seeing shadows out in the alleys. At that
point, we ran. We were explaining to my grandmother what had happened until all
the lights went out. I felt something grab my shoulders, and I was gone.
