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Chapter 8: Non-Existent Curses
Norm had GONGed up a cradle by accident one day. He wanted something to sleep in. However, he didn't know what a cradle was and it was just dumb luck that one had been GONGed up.
Now, he was fast asleep in the cradle. But not for long.
He felt the pull of a human rubbing his lamp.
He came out in a smoke of teal-blue smoke, feeling very disoriented and annoyed. Not exactly the best combination for a good mood.
Bilal was shocked to see the spirit come out the lamp. He never thought he'd ever meet a spirit. However, from the irritated expression on the spirit's face, he inferred that the spirit did not come to bless his home. In fact, he supposed it had come to do the contrary.
"I wish the spirits were appeased," said Bilal under his breath, not expecting anything to happen.
Norm snapped his fingers automatically, without his own consent.
GONG!
All the ghosts in existence felt satisfied, though with what they didn't know.
Norm however, didn't.
Bilal wondered why the spirit snapping his finger produced a jarring sound. Maybe he was that good at it. On the other hand, he might have just cursed them. Bilal hoped the spirit just was a very good snapper.
Little feet approached that part of the tent.
"Dad, what happened?"
"What was that noise?"
"That was loud! Ow! My ears hurt!"
Bilal didn't feel like telling his kids that he thought he had just been cursed and in fact didn't feel like dealing with them at all the moment.
"I wish I didn't have to deal with my kids at the moment," muttered Bilal, "I don't want them to know that I've just been cursed."
GONG!
Bilal's kids disappeared from the existence.
Bilal looked around, wondering what had happened. He couldn't see his kids or hear them. Maybe they had left during the loud jarring noise.
Then a more horrifying possibility aroused in his mind. Maybe the spirit had magically removed them from existence. Maybe that was the curse that the spirit wanted to put on him. But why?
Bilal didn't know. He just wanted his kids back. And if he couldn't get them back, he wanted to torture the spirit with ten arrows to the nether regions and fire. Lots and lots of fire. And a plague. A very fatal plague that would leave even a spirit bedridden for twelve times seven times five times ten times two moons.
"I wish my kids were back," said Bilal longingly.
GONG!
Bilal's kids appeared. Meanwhile, the evil spirit was sucked back into the cursed purple monstrosity.