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Psychic Curse

You'll Never Escape!

By Joseph Roy WrightPublished 2 months ago 4 min read
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Be very careful!

Never anger a psychic, and don't you dare patronise or mock them, they will release a wrath so fierce upon you, it is almost cruel. Almost cruel because they typically only curse people who genuinely deserve it, terrible people who do nothing but wrong, are typically the ones who are cursed by psychics. In this tale, a foolish teenager tries to impress his girlfriend by trolling an old psychic lady at a gypsy carnival. This handsome boy will soon discover the true meaning of karma, I must warn you though, it isn't pretty!

Sammy David was a 16 year old boy, who was a jock that everyone in high school admired. He was cool, masculine and very popular. It was the girls who loved him most, especially the cheerleaders. Stacey was the Queen of this school and she chose Sammy as her partner, these two teens were nothing but trouble, they thought they were unstoppable. A gang of eight boys and girls often followed them around, as they went around school bullying the nerds and anyone who was "weird" according to their beliefs. Outside of high school, everyone hates this gang, they were no different than any other group of irritating teens. Adults found them all to be an annoying nuisance, all of which were only intimidating in numbers, but were likely complete cowards on their own.

Some time during spring break, Sammy, Stacey and the rest of the gang, met up at a local carnival to cause trouble for fun. That wasn't exactly their intention, they mostly wanted fun on the rides, playing the carnival games, etc. Yet, it was Sammy's hot headedness which always resulted in a fight or heated argument of some kind, usually with the staff at these places. He'd claim the games were rigged and deserved a teddy bear, to give to his girlfriend. He would intimidate the timid staff members into letting him ride the bumper cars, rollercoasters and other attractions. There wasn't much security at the carnival, the place was so busy though, that they didn't seem to notice how misbehaved Sammy's gang were acting. So they were getting away with murder all night, beating up nerds and other freaks throughout the carnival. Sammy and Stacey split off from the gang eventually, walking into a psychic's tent to get their fortunes told.

Inside the tent; the old gypsy lady sat behind a table, a crystal ball in the centre of it. Like a scene straight out of a movie. Sammy and Stacey got chills and were excited.

"Sit." The lady asked, pointing at the two chairs facing the table. Sammy and Stacey sat facing the psychic. She wasn't very friendly, a mean frown across her face.

"Give." She said.

"Wha- what?" Sammy replied.

"Give, give!" The psychic groaned, "give me your hand."

"Ok..." Sammy said, raising his left hand.

"No!" She slapped it, "right hand. Give, give!"

"Ok, you old bat!" He groaned, handing over his right hand. She snatched it tightly, then began moving her sharp finger around his palm. He hated this, the lady was very impatient and rude.

"You are bad boy." She sneered, "a bully."

"Screw you!" He snatched his hand back.

"Give her a chance..." Stacey pleaded.

"Ok..." Sammy breathed and returned his hand.

"Let us see your future..." The lady continued, scratching his palm with her finger nails, the pain was agonising.

"What the he-"

"Shush!" She ordered, letting his hand go and rubbing the crystal ball.

"Oh... I see misfortune." She said. Stacey gasped and clutched Sammy's hands. It would've felt nice, if his right palm wasn't already stinging.

"Tell me!" Sammy demanded.

"I must..." The lady shook violently, like she was having a fit, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Are you ok?!" Stacey cried, panicking.

"... Yes." The lady breathed heavily, her eyes were now all white, pupils seemingly vanished, "I must speak with the dead. This is very dangerous. I will need $10."

"Of course..." Sammy groaned.

"Wh- what?!" Stacey stuttered.

"It's a scam babe!"

"This is no scam!" The lady's voice replied, but it was deep and demonic, "If I am to risk speaking with the dead, I deserve compensation!"

"I don't know how you're doing this voice, but I ain't buying! Come on babe, screw this!" Sammy laughed, knocking the table over.

"You dare!" The lady's voice roared, sounding like some hungry tiger. Her eyes turned entirely red, her body floated in the air, Sammy was then thrown upwards by some invisible force. He floated beside the lady, whose hand reached out and pinched his cheeks.

"Ugly!" The deep, demonic voice of the psychic lady said, "ugly!" She then threw him back. He fled the tent in terror, Stacey followed him outside, screaming in horror.

"What a rush!" She laughed, relieved to get out of there, but Sammy looked traumatised.

"You, all right, boss!" A friend from his gang chuckled. Sammy puked blood and gore.

"Oh my god!" They all cried in horror.

"Tha- that psychic, she... Oh god!" Stacey cried hysterically, as Sammy's eyes began to bulge and turn yellow, the transformation was agony.

"What's happening to me?!" He screamed, as his teeth fell out in grotesque, bloody chunks. Then there was a loud snap, as his back broke in multiple places, the young man fell to the floor and arose with a hunch back. He looked horrifying.

"Hu- help me..." He moaned, sounding like some ghost. His mouth was red with blood, eyes yellow like some fantasy creature. All of his friends, including his girlfriend, left him, running away in horror. In fact, everyone at the carnival fled as this once handsome boy was suddenly a circus freak. The owners of this carnival caught wind of this monstrosity and captured him that very night.

If the same carnival hits your town, you might see an advertisement for a freak show. The poster will say, "The Hunchback of Notre Dame!" and there will be a picture to go with it. There, you'll see the hideous aftermath of Sammy David for yourself. As for the psychic, she's been ordered to make many more freaks since. This is where they find all of their "actors".

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Joseph Roy Wright

Hello there!

My name is Joseph Roy Wright, the British author of 12 Independent novels!

I like to write about movies, pop culture, fiction and horror! I review all the latest films (and classics), I also like to write short stories.

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