Have you ever been cursed, do you really know what true bad luck is? No, well then you most fortunate for it is a fate worse then death. What's that you say, you wish to know what is like to live in eternal pain and suffering? Then pull up a chair and hear my tale, a story about a cursed girl named Annabelle.

Have you ever met a witch? The day Annabelle did she also met a life of sorrow and pain. She was only three so she knew no better and when the witch had promised a gift that would change her life forever she accepted eagerly.
"What is it? Is it magic dolly of maybe a fairy!" stated an exited Annabelle "Oh it's much better then those things my dear, hurry now." said the old woman leading young Annabelle though a dark and damp forest. "Here we are my humble home." Annabelle looked up at the home she was in front of, it was a two story, old and pale grey in color, the paint was chipping of in some places. It just had that spooky feeling about it, prefect for a haunted Halloween house but these wasn't Halloween and Annabelle was going in, with a strange old woman. "Come in, come in don't be shy my child. Your gift waits inside." At this Annabelle rushed into the house. "Where is it?" she asked looking here and there. "Here!" and with that the old woman hit her on her head and she blacked out.
Pain that's all she could feel, it was the worst pain she had ever been in. Her head was pounding, her back was on fire and her limbs felt like ice. Then above all the buzzing in her head she heard the dieing scream of the old woman. About five hours later she awoke to find she had fangs, greenish brown wings and pointed ears. She could hear everything, she heard the wind move, and the animals walk, even her own heart beet. There were smells she'd never smelled before and the worst smell she ever smelt, the smell of rotting flesh, what was worst then that she could taste it too. But the thing that scared her the most was the thing she saw. There in the middle of the floor was the witch, half of her flesh was burnt, and the other half was gone all together. Bone, organs, and blood littered the floor and beside the old woman was a note written in her own blood.
"I am sorry now I see what I did was wrong wear this bracelet and you should apper normal" Annabelle walked up to the body shaking all the way, she snatched up the bracelet and ran from the home putting on the bracelet as she ran.

Eleven that's how many years she had held the curse. In that time 12 people she had know died, 16 disappeared, 22 had gone crazy, her family lost everything they had and put her up for adoption, 30 people returned her to the adoption center, she had 32 exorcisms, and 4 people had tried to kill her 9 times. In this time she started to wear all black and odd clothes. This made people stay away from her, but she knew it was for the best, if they stayed with her they would get hurt. She had long dark brown hair that was thick and wavy, her left eye was a bright sparkling green and her right was a smooth chocolate brown, thanks to the curse. She was living with a man in his thirties, she now called him dad, his wife had just killed her self, no doubt thanks to the curse, and he wanted to move out of the state. This was fine with Annabelle now, but at first she thought that bringing agony to a new place was cruel, then her father had told her how much living here hurt him so she give in for him. So there she was in her empty room wearing a long black witch looking dress, blood red pumps and a dark purple, all most black, cape, thinking of tomorrow her first day at the new town She picked up the last box and walked though her old home for the last time. Thinking of the new people, places, and things and how much it would hurt to move to a little town called South Park.