|The Curse of Agnes Wakefield (standard:horror, 580 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Jun 24 2004||Views/Reads: 1906/1135||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Was it the fulfillment of an ancient curse or just an accident?|
The Curse of Agnes Wakefield by Twisted Wabbit . “Well,” Detective Anderson said staring at the body of Isaac Mather. “I don't think this is a case of homicide.” Mather was lying at the base of a large willow, a chain saw next to him. Anderson lit a cigarette, blowing smoke out his nostrils audibly. “It's obvious he was starting to cut down the willow. The chain saw must've jumped from his hands and cut his throat.” “Yeah, Lieutenant, sure looks like that's the way it went down,” Sergeant Blair replied. “Poor bastard; didn't feel a thing from the looks of it. Death must have been instantaneous.” “Hardly an accident,” another voice spoke out. It belonged to Alex Summer a tall, dark man with a neatly trimmed goatee. He was a neighbor who had discovered the body. “Why do you say that, Mr. Summer?” the lieutenant asked. If Alex Summer had been an actor, the lieutenant was thinking, he would have been perfect for the role of Satan or the leader of some outre cult. Which wouldn't be too much of a stretch considering that he was the local wicca and a noted historian with several best-selling books on the occult. “Because of the curse, lieutenant,” Summer replied with a thin smile. “Curse? What curse?” the lieutenant asked scratching his head. “The curse of Agnes Wakefield. She was hanged from this willow in 1743 after being tried for witchcraft. Before they kicked the support out from under her she declared the tree to be her living memorial and levied a curse against anyone who harmed it or who disturbed her remains.” The lieutenant and the sergeant exchanged looks. But before the lieutenant could reply an officer who had been milling about the base of the tree gave a shout. “Sir, you'd better look at this,” he said pointing to the ground. Going to where the officer was the lieutenant saw a skeletal hand sticking up where the chain saw had dug a hole when it fell down. After half hour of digging officers uncovered the remains of a skeleton. “I think you'll find those are the bones of Agnes Wakefield,” Summer said. “According to legend her executioners buried her at the base of the tree.” “Perhaps,” the lieutenant said. “But it hardly proves that Mather was murdered.” “Well, I hope you're right, lieutenant for your sake,” Summer said, with another thin smile. “Because according to legend she will return from the very pit of hell to avenge herself. The lieutenant nudged the sergeant and lifted his eyebrow whimsically. As he and the sergeant walked back to his car the lieutenant paused. “What was that sound?” he asked turning to the sergeant. “Ah, that's nothing. Just the wind whispering through that willow. “Kinda eerie isn't it?” Click here to read the rest of this story (26 more lines)
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