Chapter 1: Staying home alone was possibly the worst thing I could’ve done. You know how hard it is to get through a ton of homework on a Monday while being in a hurry? Yeah, well, this is my story of how I survived the curse of Dear Rick. My name’s Hannah Retter. I am 17 years old and of course, you must be thinking, “Oh my God, how can a 17 year old survive a curse?” Well, actually, the curse has been in my family for a while now. It’s been passed down generations through generations. It was first delivered by my great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather. He was 17 when he got the curse and it’s been like that for 8 years now. And I hate it. It completely turns your life around. It messes with your head. It messes with your emotions. It’s so hard to get rid of! My mom had the curse on her until she was 25! It was that hard. But anyways, I’m going to explain how it all started. So I was in my room and I heard a knock on my door. “Come in!” I shout over the booming music. The door doesn’t open. But the knock is back again. Confused, I shouted again, “It’s open!” Once again, the door doesn’t open. But the knock doesn’t come back this time. Instead, the old wooden floor in the hallway starts to creak, as it does when someone is walking. And get this, I’m home ALONE. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else in the house, unless it's… “Kyle, are you pulling a prank on me again?” I turn to my window and shove the curtains aside. I peer outside to the driveway, sun melting into the horizon. I look around, standing on my tiptoes, and I see no cars. The only one there is mine. My heart starts pounding fast in my chest and I shove the curtains back into place. I run to the door as quickly as I can and lock the door. As I stand there, stumbling back from the door, the desk lamp I have on my vanity starts to crackle, then with a loud sizzle, the light is completely out. I turned around, completely shocked because who isn’t shocked when the light bulb that you changed 15 minutes ago fried out? Obviously there was something in the house. And it wasn’t happy to be there with me. Comment and follow for Chapter 2!
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