It was a Summer's Sunday evening. And I was in a deadly mood. Today my father had to return. My stepmother had gone for shopping.. giving me a lot of household work to complete. My nerves were aching... but I had had to complete the whole work before she come.
After completing nearly half of it I fell on the sofa. I don't know how I got asleep and when I opened my eyes... there was she at her most cruel phase.
I tried to say something but she couldn't hear.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
She holded my hand tight enough and put me on my bed.
I stood from my bed to see my father but fell hard on the floor.
I felt releived... a lot more releived than sleeping. When I woke up, I hear my stepmother crying. "She's NO MORE."
I was dead, lying in my room next to my dressing table.
I was free from her now. But I was not free from the curse of the witch...

To be continued...
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