"My mom is evil!" That's how it started. Kaitlin told me the story of how her mom put dynamite in the house and blew it up. She watched as the flames ate up the string and lingered to the dynamite. There was no escape. They watched in horror as Kaitlin's mom spoke these awful curses:
Up in flames shall you never,
But have cursed holidays
Always and forever,
Until the curser is not more.
Then she looked at them.
Ghosts you shall be at the core
Never again to breathe life,
Until the curser is not more.
With no clue at all what all that meant, Kaitlin continued on. I guess she could see how confused I was, so she explained it to me perfectly.
"The first stanza was a curse on the house. She cursed it so that the holidays would be cursed, as you've witnessed. The second stanza was a curse on me and my dad. We would be ghosts forever. Well, until my mom dies. She won't though," she sighed.
"What do you mean that she won't die?" I asked. Gerard answered instead.
"She's a witch, Iris. She can live as long as she wants to. The only way she can die is if she is killed by the hand of someone special. I believe that would be you, Iris," Gerard said. I was stunned how was I special? How could I kill a person?
"But- But how am I special?" I asked.
"You can see us, can't you? Nobody has ever seen us on other days besides Halloween," Kaitlin responded. I guess I was special. But I didn't want to be.
"You, you have it all wrong. I'm NOT the special person you're talking about. I can't go around murdering people for no reason!" I almost yelled. I backed away slowly.
"It's one person, Iris. It's ok." Kaitlin said, calmly. I stopped in my tracks.
"Ok? OK?! You thing killing someone is ok?! No! It's not! I'm not going to-" suddenly, Gerard was pushed by an invisible force to the floor. He grabbed his hammer painfully and began hitting an imaginary nail. What was happening?
"Dad! Not again!" Kaitlin cried as she tugged at him. I just stood there, stunned, as I rushed to the door and left them be. I don't want ANYTHING to do with their little game. I thought. I just can't kill a person. Even if they're a witch.
* * *
I was in a strange room with a woman in a weird, purple dress. She turned and looked at me. Her eyes were a hazel color with a hint of orange.
"Hello there, little girl," she said. Her voice was a creepy sound. Although it was soothing, it had a creepy ring to it.
"I'm NOT a little girl," I said stubbornly. Hey hazel/orange eyes glowed with anger, then died down.
"Well then-girl- what do you want?" Then I realized that she had Kaitlin's freckles and facial structures. I gasped.
"Your Kaitlin's mother!"she nodded.
"I see you've met my daughter," she smirked.
"How could you? You, you evil woman! How could you just kill your husband and daughter like that?" I blurted. The woman's smirk disappeared. She raised an eyebrow. I shrunk back into a corner as she came toward me.
"Careful with your words there, girl. It can get you in trouble someday," she said as she slithered to me. She raised her hand to slap me when everything went black.

I shot up in bed and panted. It's not real. It's not real. I try and calm myself. I look around. Through the window I see the sun shine brightly in the sky. The sky was a deep baby blue, and the clouds were puffy.
I looked at the calendar next to my bed. It read: Thursday, November 18th. Then I looked at the clock. It read: 10:30 AM. 10:30?? IN THE MORNING?! I almost screamed. I actually threw up in my mouth a little. I was late for school!
I ran down the hall to see my dad sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee.
"Dad! I'm late for school!!" I scream. He looks at me and flinches.
"My flower, I thought you needed the rest. You look sick. Go back to bed," he said. Sick? Sick?! I'm not sick!
I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.y face was flushed of color, and my eyes were pale. Even my lips were a light pink. What happened to me? I thought. Then I remembered my dream. She hadn't been about to slap me! She was placing a curse on me! What should I do?