I returned home where I was greeted by the tear-stained face of my father.
"Daughter! I thought you would never come back!"
We embraced.
"Rachel, where is Chloe Dawson?"

I was surprised that he would even bring that up. I thought that he was still under the witch's memory spell.

Perhaps it was broken.

I shed tears again. "She一she died. She was my real and true mother and I really loved her! Why must she lose her life like this and cast me out of her life like that?"

My father comforted me with a fearful expression. He looked uneasy, as if he had something to hide from me...
Or maybe I was imaging things.
Yeah maybe.

All of a sudden, my father's expression changed. He immediately hurried to his bedroom and shut the door.
The bang of the door echoed around the room.

I never told you but my family was very wealthy.
We had a large house, spacious and luxurious.

Now that only my father and I were left in this family, the house seemed even larger but quiet.

It will only get quieter.

One fateful day, my father went out to run his errands.

He started up his Mercedes and zoomed away.

I waited.

Waited.
Waited.
And waited.
But he never turned up.

It was getting dark and I was fearing for his life and safety.
I prayed hard for him to return. But he never did.
I switched on the radio as I usually did and heard shocking news.

"News flash! Francis Dawson, a rich tycoon, died in a car crash yesterday. He was found lying dead in his Mercedes along 54 Fonfort avenue. He was pronounced dead at 2 a.m."

I sobbed hard with grief. Why was this happening to my family? Why? Why?
WHY? WHY NOT OTHER FAMILIES? There was a reason for this, really. There must be.
I hurried over to the crash site and examined the car. The police were there too.
I caught sight of something shimmering that gave me the creeps.
"Excuse me young lady but you are not allowed to enter." A police officer ordered.

I ignored him and shoved him regardless of his authority. I needed answers!
I reached out to the leather seat and picked the object. It was a voodoo doll from the bracelet.
It was grinning smugly at me.

The cause of his death was this! THIS HORRIBLE DOLL!
My foolish father actually took it along with him and got killed! The curse! It was back!

The doll has done its job. Everyone in my family was killed.

And you know what?
I was the only surviving member of the Dawsons.

And?
I am next on the list.