It was such a hoax. When the old woman claimed to commune with spirits, Tom laughed out loud.
Her gaze snapped to him. “You have upset the spirits, young man. Apologize.”
“You think I’m afraid of some phony spirits?”
“Apologize, and I will be able to talk them down.”
What an act. He laughed and walked out.
By the time he got home, he was exhausted. He had to lie down, get some sleep. Strange—he’d never felt so bad in his life. He stumbled up the front steps. Just a little further.
He didn’t make it to the door.
Author’s Note: I wanted to see if I could write a story in which a character was cursed in only 100 words.