creepy yet true story

when i was two, i went to new york with my dad so that his side of the family could see me. somewhere along the trip, a lady put a curse on me. apparently she was jealous. i don't know of what. it seems like something to shrug off, i know, but my dad didn't. he got together a bunch of different things for some sort of ritual to lift the curse, but of course it freaked my mom out. she wouldn't allow my dad to go through with it. i suppose she was more afraid that what my dad would do could hurt me in some way. they're both christian.

anyway, i've often wondered just what exactly the curse was...not saying that i believe in it. they say something like that can't have power over you unless you give it power (if you believe in it). but what if i was cursed? with what? i bet i could make some guesses haha. what do you think?

but in one of my earliest memories, i recall laying on a bed in atlantic city and looking at the window curtain and noticing a pair of eyes. just staring at me. i think i just ended up falling asleep.

but some years later, i saw those eyes again as i passed through the hall in a different house. i looked towards a window and saw those eyes. just glaring. they didn't fade; they stayed and watched. i grabbed my mom and told her to go look for herself. she didn't see them. she just laughed and said, "i guess those eyes are just for you."

well, that's my creepy story before i pass out thanks to this nyquil. but eh, i'm just kinda waiting to see those eyes again...i feel like i'm past due for those bitches.