Here's the story I was working on! This is now my fourth fic! Go me! :) Uh, I haven't exactly planned the whole story, so all I have is a very rough sketch. So, unless I get a flash idea, I think it will take me a really long time to finish this story… Hmmm. Eh, just read the story, OK? Good little doggies…. Lucky Charm? – Chapter 1: "Stop Shrieking Already!"


Suze's POV:

I was dead asleep when the loud screams woke me.

Seriously. I was away in La – la Land when I get rudely interrupted by this annoying ghost. Whose screams can wake up the dead. Literally.

"Waaaaah! Ahhh! – insert sniffle here – Waaaaaah!!"

This was so not my day.

I sat up groggily and rubbed my eyes. I faced the ghost and yanked her hand – hard – to make her stop crying. It did the trick. She stopped crying. But now, my mirror was shaking.

Great.

"Listen, you, ummm, uhhh, freaky annoying ghost person!" I hissed at her. "Stop shrieking already!"

She stopped crying and raised her head.

The first thing I thought was : Wow. She is beautiful. Because she was. Olive – black hair tumbled down her shoulders perfectly. She had a creamy complexion. She had luminous round eyes which were filled with tears and full lips.

And even though she was crying hard, still beautiful. Never thought that was possible? Yeah, me too. Until now, that is.

"Uh... Are you the, um, mediator?" she asked carefully.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm the mediator. What do you want?" I asked her rudely, when all I wanted to say was, DUH!!

Hey, don't look at me like that. You would too, right? Am I? Huh? Huh?

"You are… You're Susannah Simon?" she asked with awe. It was a statement, not a question.

I just nodded.

"I am Joanna. I was sent to you because it is your destiny to stop it," she said.

OK, what? I have a destiny? OK… freaky.

Before I could say a word, she continued, "to stop him, rather. Oh, I'm sorry about the screaming. I kept on shaking you, calling your name, and you wouldn't wake up. Screaming and crying is actually my last resort but well…" she trailed off.

I gave her a sceptical look.

"Here. You will need this," she said as she thrust something towards me. I looked at it and realized it was a metal box with a really weird and intricate lock. It was also kinda pretty since it looked like a jewellery box.

"And what is this for?" I asked her.

"Susannah, listen. My time with you is almost up. So listen to me first and ask questions later, OK?" she said quickly. Before I could answer, she rambled on again. She really did mean business.

"Here's what you need to do. Tomorrow, go to this address." She shoved a piece of paper in my hand.

"Go inside the house, break in, I don't care. Just enter it. From the main door, you can see stairs. Climb it. Go across the hallway until you reach the third room. Go inside it. If you will see a computer on the desk, a really huge bed and everything else is made of glass, you're in the right room. Go to the bed. Kneel down, because under it, there is a little pouch stuck to the upper part of the bed. Do not touch it directly. Instead, look for something to unhook it from its nail, and slide it directly into the metal box I gave you. Secure it properly. Get out of there as soon as you can. Come to your room, for this is the safest place yet. Hide the pouch and the metal box in a place that you are sure no one can find. You have to make sure you don't lose the box. Three days after will be a full moon, but you have to do it tomorrow to be safe, and so that its power will stop working on him, for he has been using it for his own greed. On the day of the full moon, go to the Mission cemetery. In the center of it, and I mean in the center of it, open the metal box and drop a match in it, so that it will burn. You have to burn it exactly on midnight, do I make myself clear?" she demanded.

"Uhh… can I ask a question?" I asked timidly.

"C'mon! Say it. I don't have much time!" she snapped.

"Number one, what is this object that I have to burn? And why do I need to do so?" I asked.

"The object… hmmm… it is for me to know, and for you to never find out. You have to burn it because that object is very dangerous. It is cursed, which is why you should not touch it, because if you do, then you own it. Which you might think at first is a good thing. But trust me. There is nothing good about that thing. Burning it is the only way to make sure that its curse will be removed and no one else will be able to use it anymore," she answered.

"So who is this person?' I asked.

She shook her head. "This person is very evil. He does not have a heart. This is why you must not let him catch you. His name is Paul," she told me.

"Why? What is so bad about this thing? And who is Paul? " I just had to ask.

She sighed. "OK, here's the thing. This thing, if you touch it, will become yours. At first, you will have a lot of good luck. But if you lose it, you will have so much bad luck. In fact, you will be so unlucky, that in two weeks, you're probably going to- ."

She disappeared. Just when she was just going to tell me what will happen. I gripped the paper in my hand. But I think I have a pretty good idea of what was going to happen, which is why I really didn't have any intention of touching it. Well, that really was my first thought, but…


Do you like it? Do you hate it? Review so I'll know! And today's my birthday, so this is my "present" to all of you. And if you review, that will be your "gift" to me, and I'll be very happy!

Jen