The Curse of the Sharp Knife

by hydex27

Whilst investigating the death of a local, a teacher called Rachel Barratt uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, sharp knife circulating throughout London. As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 203 days left to live. Rachel gets a hold of the knife and is cursed. Will she be able to stop the curse before time is up?

I feel a shiver down my spine while investigating the death of Mr. Micheal Stewart, a local. He died at the age of 45, his occupation was a lawyer and he apparently was a very good one. The reason for his death has not been confirmed but there seems to be no sign of any attack. As I reach the end of the website page, a link is attached. I slowly lead the mouse pointer towards it and click the link. The website loads up and an image of what seems to be a sharp knife appears on the screen. I scroll down to discover information about this knife.

This sharp, knife is no ordinary knife, it is a cursed knife.

This legend about the supernaturally-cursed, sharp knife has been circulating throughout London.

As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 203 days left to live.

The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during the day to day life, but when photographed, they look translucent. A marked person feels like a dark fox to touch.

I, Rachel Barratt, believe that this 'cursed knife' is rubbish, so I shut my computer down and try to get some sleep. The raining night slowly passes by and I cannot sleep, all I think about is the knife. What if the curse is true? What if that's how Mr. Stewart died? It is about 1:00AM and after many thoughts rush through my brain, my eyes become very weary, I soon fall asleep.

5:00AM, my alarm buzzes, time to get ready for a new day. The dark clouds cover the sky and mist fill the air. The day starts out fine, students behaving and classes flow nicely. My day of teaching has finished and I drive home from school through the cold rain. To my attention, I see Mr. Stewart's house with a sign outside. It reads FOR SALE. I decide to have a look at the house. I park the car in the wide driveway, my car is the only one here. Getting drenched from the heavy rain, I walk up to the closed door. I approach the doorway with caution. The house loomed before me. Suddenly, without warning, the door flew open to reveal the vast, gloomy hallway. I inhale a deep breath and enter. After I take a few steps in I start to have second thoughts and turn around to leave. As I turn around, the door slams closed in my face. I am locked in. The long narrow hall has dusty pictures hanging on the wall.