Curse

Curse
By Kim Carter


Sandy Taylor knew there was something wrong with the house as soon as she saw it. She couldn't put her finger on it but something seemed amiss.
It stood tall and domineering. The doors were old and the windows looked liked evil eyes. A chimney stood in the center of the two back windows. Sandy got chills.
Sandy's parents, Mira and Charlie, on the other hand, loved it. To them, it was perfect. Sandy had moved from Colorado to Alaska because of her dad's job. Her dad was some sort of businessman. To Sandy, Alaska seemed to be in another universe.
Sandy went inside and the inside seemed just as creepy. According to Charlie, the house was built in the 1880s and had been lived in by many different famous people.
Sandy didn't care. She wanted to be anywhere but here. But she figured she better make the best of it. She helped carry in boxes. She and her parents ate at a local restaurant.
Later that night, Sandy had a nightmare. She was herself but not quite. She was dressed in 1880s style dress. She had an axe in her hand. She was hacking some boy to pieces. She woke up with a start.
Later, when she went to school. She made a friend named Courntey Murdoch. Sandy told Courtney about her house. Courtney said Sandy lived in the Gateman House. Courtney explained everything.
Eli Gateman lived in Alaska from 1886-1906. In 1890, he began to commit a string of grisly murders. Each more twisted and bizaare than the last. The reasons for why he did this are unknown. Rumors circulated everywhere. It was said he killed his victims in a room upstairs and then hid the bodies. No one ever found the axe. Then he placed a curse on the house. Whoever found the axe would be doomed to repeat his mistakes.
Sandy knew there had been something wrong with her house the moment she saw it. Then something horrified her. She had seen a red spot on her floor that looked liked blood. Everyone know's you can't wash off blood. As for the curse, Sandy didn't believe in curses. She knew there was no such thing.
When Sandy got home from school, she went up to her bedroom. She was certain the red spot was blood. She put her hand on it. The floorboard was loose. She opened it. She stared at what she saw.
The axe.
She wondered how it had been there for all these years. She picked it up. She could feel some sort of surge going through her.
She had never wanted to move here. It was her dumb parents idea. She was sixteen, she didn't need them.
She was going to get rid of them once and for all.