Hello to you guy's
I got A book that is being fixed up and gonna make sense to the reader's
Hear , Is the first page . ( In Joy ) Copy right By: "Stephen R. Ashley Jr."
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Cursed Spirits: A Silver Wolf's Tale
Chapter One: We've Got Big Dreams
Hello, my name is David. I'm about to tell you about some things that have really changed my life. I used to be a normal human being once, like you, but that's all changed. I suppose you could say that I've made a mess of things. This is going to be a long story, so why not grab some popcorn or a soda or something? No? Well, I'll let it slide.
I live in a castle that was built in the 1800's. My father won it in a drawing - some kind of contest - though it seems out of place, because it's 2009 now, it's still a wonderful castle. It's huge, though. I have a small family, but it also makes us feel acomplished in some strange way. It was also pretty mysterious looking. It looks great, but something's... off.
Anyway, my father is a blacksmith for a renaissance fair. He builds and mends the armors that the "knights" use when the fair comes around. He makes the best swords, but they don't sell for too much. This is 2009, nobody needs swords anymore. So we're kind of broke. I suggested once that we sell the castle, but my father's too proud of it to sell it.
"David," said Father, "I'm willing to bet a lot of people would pay to see this castle, but there's not much here to attract them. I'm just a blacksmith, who'd pay to see the castle when all they want is old-timey armors and swords?" He sighed, looking to me. "Something's just... missing, you know? What do you think? I need a big... something." He walked toward me a little, thinking and brainstorming.
I stepped up and decided to help. I remembered that I had something that I've never shown anyone before. "Father," I said, "I have something that may help."
"What would that be then? You know how wolves are pretty popular in these parts, everyone likes to see 'em. Does it have anything to do with that? It'd help. Oh I know, give me a huge, old werewolf! Haha!" Father laughed. "That would be something, boy!"
After an hour or so of thinking and brainstorming, I jokingly spouted, "What if we just tell everyone there's some kind of curse on the place? They'll line up from here to Amsterdam just to see the place. People go nuts over haunted sites."
"I don't know, Son... I suppose it's worth it. But what kind of things happen at haunted sites? I suppose we'll need to research." Father said. "We could try the internet. I suppose it's easier anyway. Oh, I know. Let's get this place cursed for real!"
"Isn't that dangerous, Father?" I said, a little scared.
"Do as I say, Boy. Look up some witches or gypsies or something!"
I searched and searched the internet for possible people willing to put a curse on this castle. Nothing. I didn't find anything. Then I stumbled across a website. It was an advertisement for a creepy looking gypsy shop. Apparently the gypsy sold little trinkets and tarot card readings. It cost a lot of money to get there... but we were poor.
I knew my dad had this gold watch, though. I could ask him for the watch, but I doubt he'd let me have it. I could ask him for the watch, or I could just take it. I wasn't sure.
Later, I heard a knock on the door. Father answered it, and it was Sam, a friend of my dad's. He came to check out the castle and look around.
"Wowie, David. You and your dad sure are lucky!" Sam said, excited.
"Haha... not that lucky." David replied.
"Well, to me, you're one lucky kid. How many kids get to live in a castle, huh?"
"Well... we're poor anyway. You know that, Sam." I said, getting up to leave.
"Where ya goin' kiddo? I just got here!"
I stopped in my tracks and thought of an excuse. "I've... got to get something. For the castle. To make it... more of a home. You know. Maybe blankets or ...stuff." I said, snatching the watch from an end table near the door and quickly putting it in my pocket.
Father looked my way, "Well, you be home by dusk, got it? There's dangerous things in these woods and I don't wanna have to come looking for you!"
"Alright. I'll be back." I said, leaving the castle and setting off to the shop.
After walking a few miles out of the forrest and into the city, I tried to remember where the shop was. I remember seeing on the map on the internet that it was just opened between a bar and a small restaraunt. I knew the restaraunt, so I hightailed it there. Luckily I remembered correctly, because there it was. A creepy shop, probably run by the creepy gypsy lady that was supposed to work there.
I opened the doors to the shop, and a little bell indicated that I'd entered. The place seemed stale and dusty, like it hadn't been cleaned in months. I decided to see if the shopkeep was in.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called in. "Hello? I... I'm looking for the shopkeep?" I entered the shop a bit more, closing the door behind me. I could hear some rustling coming form the back of the shop.
"Hello, hello, child. You seek my wares?" The creepy gypsy's voice was almost as stale as the air in the shop. She was old. Her clothes reminded me of Esmerelda from that disney movie, but she was clearly old, like a granny. "I have no time for foolish games, so purchase something or please leave - I am very busy!"
"I'm um... I'm looking for a curse." I said, approaching the desk.
"Why would you seek such a thing, boy?" The gypsy snarled. "My spells are rare and unheard of and why, you have... you have nothing! You could not pay for my services!" The gypsy lightly pushed me toward the door. "No money? No spells, Boy."
I gripped the sides of the door as she was pushing me out. "Wait! I have something that you might want."
"Do you now?" the gypsy said, allowing me to come back inside. "Very well. Let's see, Boy, let's see."
I pulled the gold watch out of my pocket. The little bit of light shining through the dusty windows made the watch glitter, and the gypsy's eyes became fixed on the shiny tricket. "So... what do you say? Is this good?"
"Ah... dear Lad." The gypsy said, taking the watch in her hands. "Yes, this is very rare indeed!. Come in, come in my young friend. This watch is certainly more rare than my other valuables. Where ever did you find such a thing?"
"It belonged to my father. We are desperate." I told the gypsy about our money troubles, and how a cursed, haunted place would attract visitors would help us get more money to live off of. "So you see... if we can make the castle into like... an attraction... we could still be able to make a good living and have money for food and heat."
"What kind of curse might you be seeking, young lad? You do know that black magic is not to be used for fun or for wealth, don't you? Then again... I'm a black magic user myself, and with a piece of clockwork this fine, I might be able to let it slide."
"I need a werewolf curse."
"What? Why would you choose that over something more... practical?"
"People in our area are nuts for wolves. Storybook stuff..."
"Well, alright. I can't say 'no' to a trinket this valuable. Pity you spend it on a curse." the gypsy said, cackling lightly and searching through her books and parchments. "Ah, here we are. This... oh this is the granddaddy of all werewolf curses." In the book she opened, a key fell into her palm. With it, she unlocked a small chest and in the chest was a small wooden box. "This is a coin, cursed with the spirit of an enraged, foul creature. The great Silver Wolf's spirit resides in this coin, and whoever touches this will be forever cursed to become a werewolf on the full moon of each month!'
"I don't... want to curse people, I want to curse the building!" I said, confused.
"My boy. If simply left unattended, it will release a creepy energy that will allow others to think the place is haunted. Why, they'll believe it so much, they'll think twice before returning to that castle of yours!" The gypsy cackled with much energy. "So... is this fine?"
"Yes... this is fine." I said, a bit uneasy. "So... thanks for the--"
"Oh no you don't! There is more to this. A contract, you see."
"Contract?" I said, sitting back down. "Okay..."
The gypsy pulled out a piece of paper with a line at the bottom for my signature. "You must agree to the terms and conditions of using my wares, agreeing that you payed for the item and that you can't return it - the nature of the product, you understand." She slid the paper to me a bit, pointing with her bony finger to the line where I would have to sign. "Sign it here... and this curse is yours and yours alone, Boy."
As I signed it slowly, I could see the gypsy pulling it out of the box with her long, black fingernails. My heart began to pound.
"I thought... you couldn't touch it."
"Silly boy. I'm not touching it. My nails are. Folicles - not flesh. If you touch this with your flesh, you will become cursed. I am not stupid, silly Boy." As she raised the coin from its box, it released a small red aura and whispers filled the air. She layed the coin in a soft, red cloth and wrapped it carefully, covering it in a powder to seal the curse within the cloth and put it back into the wooden box. "This makes the coin yours. Here is your curse."
"Thank you... say, how much was that watch worth, anyway?"
"A lot more than a silly curse." the gypsy cackled. "Oh, I suppose you'll be wanting some money for this too, along with the coin."
"That would be nice. My father would probably not be too happy if I came back with only a coin in a cloth. I don't know how much it's worth...so... fifty dollars?"
"A deal it is!" Cackled the gypsy. "Here you are, Child. Do come again." she said, handing me a check for fifty dollars. So not only did I get what I needed, but also some money for supper tonight. Father was sure to be proud of me. If he asked me about the watch, I would have to lie, but I had a good reason, I think.
As I left the shop, I rememberd something I wanted to ask the gypsy, but as I turned around to re-enter the shop, I came face to face with a brick wall. It was as if the shop was never there. "Wow..." I thought to myself. I checked my pockets. Yes, the fifty dollars was there. Yes I had the coin's box in my hands. It was all real. Creeped out... I decided to just walk back home. I decided to run - something in me just felt like running. I was so excited to tell Father that I got what we needed.
When I got home, I ran up to my father, excited. "Father! I got it! I looked and looked and I found it. I got the curse!"
"Let me see that." Father demanded.
"No! The gypsy said if you touch the coin you'll be cursed."
"Your leg might'a been pulled, Son, now let me see!'
"No, Dad. It's no joke! I had to sign a contract and everything. I saw it glow!"
"Hogwash, Kid. Here... put it in the basement - I'm busy right now, I need to get some things done - my job's never done." Father turned to me, anger in his eyes. I don't think he seemed this angry before. "And on top of the endless work I have to do, I misplaced your Grandpa's old gold watch. Damn it all! If you see that thing, you tell me, y'hear?"
"Yes, Father." I said. I did as Father said and went to the basement to find a spot for the coin. I could hear talking upstais, so I climbed the stairs, the coin still in my hands, to see who it was. It was one of my father's assistant workers who came to help with the welding of the armor. He walked in, greeting my father, and suddenly fell out of nowhere.
"Ah!" the worker yelled. "My... my leg!"
"What happened?" Father came running to the worker.
"My leg! I... I don't know. I just fell and I think it's broken."
"The curse." I said. "Dad! The curse! I said it was real."
"What curse?" the worker on the floor wailed in pain.
"David you hush!"
"No, Dad, the curse is real! See? I'll prove it!" I said, running to the coin in the basement.
"David? David you get back here and help! Agh. Sorry, man. That boy..."
"He makes me angry... didn't bother to even help." the worker said. "That thing in his hands. What was that? It was glowing... agh, never mind. Help me up."
I figured my brother was upstairs, so I went to look for him. This castle was huge, so he could have been anywhere. I decided to call out for him, but there was no answer. I set the coin, still in the box, down on a table nearby.
"Brother? Are you here?" I figured he might be angry at me. He gets mad at me often, no idea why. But everyone was pretty upset today, and I had no idea why. "You here? I need you!" Where he was, I didn't know. As I turned to leave the room to look for my brother, I heard some whispers. I turned and saw an aura surround the box the coin was in, but it wasn't on the table. It was in my brother's hands. He seemed to be in a trans and slowly started to lift the lid.
"No! Put it down! Stop!" I shouted. "Please!" I yanked the box from his hands and closed the lid. "This isn't a toy, alright?"
"Woah." My brother said, snapping out of the trans. "I've... seen some pretty rare stuff, but this has to be the raddest thing ever!"
"I know... sure is something." I replied.
My brother stepped closer to look at the box. "Did you ever open it?"
"Nope... and I can't. I don't think I will."
"That sucks. What good is a present you can't open?"
"It's not a present... and ... I agreed to a contract to never open the box or touch the coin inside."
"Whatever... but man, what a sweet set of symbols. Nice, David." my brother said, patting me on the back and leaving the room. Feeling my brother be nice to me for a change was pretty nice. It was a first, I'll give you that. Still, I thought I should still keep a close eye on him. I can't risk this box being taken away where I can't keep a watch over it.
I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed. Looking at the box, something felt right. Something felt wrong. Something felt... just all over. Power? Money? Magic? No idea what it was but it was such a strong feeling. Still, why was my brother so nice to me?
As I lay down in my bed, clutching the box in my arms for safety. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. Something in the back of my mind just knew that my brother wanted to take this curse for all the wrong reasons. He thinks it's just some "rad" toy. That must be it. In no time at all, I fell asleep... unsure of what the next day of having this box would bring me.
I got A book that is being fixed up and gonna make sense to the reader's
Hear , Is the first page . ( In Joy ) Copy right By: "Stephen R. Ashley Jr."
Knowen as steve007
Cursed Spirits: A Silver Wolf's Tale
Chapter One: We've Got Big Dreams
Hello, my name is David. I'm about to tell you about some things that have really changed my life. I used to be a normal human being once, like you, but that's all changed. I suppose you could say that I've made a mess of things. This is going to be a long story, so why not grab some popcorn or a soda or something? No? Well, I'll let it slide.
I live in a castle that was built in the 1800's. My father won it in a drawing - some kind of contest - though it seems out of place, because it's 2009 now, it's still a wonderful castle. It's huge, though. I have a small family, but it also makes us feel acomplished in some strange way. It was also pretty mysterious looking. It looks great, but something's... off.
Anyway, my father is a blacksmith for a renaissance fair. He builds and mends the armors that the "knights" use when the fair comes around. He makes the best swords, but they don't sell for too much. This is 2009, nobody needs swords anymore. So we're kind of broke. I suggested once that we sell the castle, but my father's too proud of it to sell it.
"David," said Father, "I'm willing to bet a lot of people would pay to see this castle, but there's not much here to attract them. I'm just a blacksmith, who'd pay to see the castle when all they want is old-timey armors and swords?" He sighed, looking to me. "Something's just... missing, you know? What do you think? I need a big... something." He walked toward me a little, thinking and brainstorming.
I stepped up and decided to help. I remembered that I had something that I've never shown anyone before. "Father," I said, "I have something that may help."
"What would that be then? You know how wolves are pretty popular in these parts, everyone likes to see 'em. Does it have anything to do with that? It'd help. Oh I know, give me a huge, old werewolf! Haha!" Father laughed. "That would be something, boy!"
After an hour or so of thinking and brainstorming, I jokingly spouted, "What if we just tell everyone there's some kind of curse on the place? They'll line up from here to Amsterdam just to see the place. People go nuts over haunted sites."
"I don't know, Son... I suppose it's worth it. But what kind of things happen at haunted sites? I suppose we'll need to research." Father said. "We could try the internet. I suppose it's easier anyway. Oh, I know. Let's get this place cursed for real!"
"Isn't that dangerous, Father?" I said, a little scared.
"Do as I say, Boy. Look up some witches or gypsies or something!"
I searched and searched the internet for possible people willing to put a curse on this castle. Nothing. I didn't find anything. Then I stumbled across a website. It was an advertisement for a creepy looking gypsy shop. Apparently the gypsy sold little trinkets and tarot card readings. It cost a lot of money to get there... but we were poor.
I knew my dad had this gold watch, though. I could ask him for the watch, but I doubt he'd let me have it. I could ask him for the watch, or I could just take it. I wasn't sure.
Later, I heard a knock on the door. Father answered it, and it was Sam, a friend of my dad's. He came to check out the castle and look around.
"Wowie, David. You and your dad sure are lucky!" Sam said, excited.
"Haha... not that lucky." David replied.
"Well, to me, you're one lucky kid. How many kids get to live in a castle, huh?"
"Well... we're poor anyway. You know that, Sam." I said, getting up to leave.
"Where ya goin' kiddo? I just got here!"
I stopped in my tracks and thought of an excuse. "I've... got to get something. For the castle. To make it... more of a home. You know. Maybe blankets or ...stuff." I said, snatching the watch from an end table near the door and quickly putting it in my pocket.
Father looked my way, "Well, you be home by dusk, got it? There's dangerous things in these woods and I don't wanna have to come looking for you!"
"Alright. I'll be back." I said, leaving the castle and setting off to the shop.
After walking a few miles out of the forrest and into the city, I tried to remember where the shop was. I remember seeing on the map on the internet that it was just opened between a bar and a small restaraunt. I knew the restaraunt, so I hightailed it there. Luckily I remembered correctly, because there it was. A creepy shop, probably run by the creepy gypsy lady that was supposed to work there.
I opened the doors to the shop, and a little bell indicated that I'd entered. The place seemed stale and dusty, like it hadn't been cleaned in months. I decided to see if the shopkeep was in.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called in. "Hello? I... I'm looking for the shopkeep?" I entered the shop a bit more, closing the door behind me. I could hear some rustling coming form the back of the shop.
"Hello, hello, child. You seek my wares?" The creepy gypsy's voice was almost as stale as the air in the shop. She was old. Her clothes reminded me of Esmerelda from that disney movie, but she was clearly old, like a granny. "I have no time for foolish games, so purchase something or please leave - I am very busy!"
"I'm um... I'm looking for a curse." I said, approaching the desk.
"Why would you seek such a thing, boy?" The gypsy snarled. "My spells are rare and unheard of and why, you have... you have nothing! You could not pay for my services!" The gypsy lightly pushed me toward the door. "No money? No spells, Boy."
I gripped the sides of the door as she was pushing me out. "Wait! I have something that you might want."
"Do you now?" the gypsy said, allowing me to come back inside. "Very well. Let's see, Boy, let's see."
I pulled the gold watch out of my pocket. The little bit of light shining through the dusty windows made the watch glitter, and the gypsy's eyes became fixed on the shiny tricket. "So... what do you say? Is this good?"
"Ah... dear Lad." The gypsy said, taking the watch in her hands. "Yes, this is very rare indeed!. Come in, come in my young friend. This watch is certainly more rare than my other valuables. Where ever did you find such a thing?"
"It belonged to my father. We are desperate." I told the gypsy about our money troubles, and how a cursed, haunted place would attract visitors would help us get more money to live off of. "So you see... if we can make the castle into like... an attraction... we could still be able to make a good living and have money for food and heat."
"What kind of curse might you be seeking, young lad? You do know that black magic is not to be used for fun or for wealth, don't you? Then again... I'm a black magic user myself, and with a piece of clockwork this fine, I might be able to let it slide."
"I need a werewolf curse."
"What? Why would you choose that over something more... practical?"
"People in our area are nuts for wolves. Storybook stuff..."
"Well, alright. I can't say 'no' to a trinket this valuable. Pity you spend it on a curse." the gypsy said, cackling lightly and searching through her books and parchments. "Ah, here we are. This... oh this is the granddaddy of all werewolf curses." In the book she opened, a key fell into her palm. With it, she unlocked a small chest and in the chest was a small wooden box. "This is a coin, cursed with the spirit of an enraged, foul creature. The great Silver Wolf's spirit resides in this coin, and whoever touches this will be forever cursed to become a werewolf on the full moon of each month!'
"I don't... want to curse people, I want to curse the building!" I said, confused.
"My boy. If simply left unattended, it will release a creepy energy that will allow others to think the place is haunted. Why, they'll believe it so much, they'll think twice before returning to that castle of yours!" The gypsy cackled with much energy. "So... is this fine?"
"Yes... this is fine." I said, a bit uneasy. "So... thanks for the--"
"Oh no you don't! There is more to this. A contract, you see."
"Contract?" I said, sitting back down. "Okay..."
The gypsy pulled out a piece of paper with a line at the bottom for my signature. "You must agree to the terms and conditions of using my wares, agreeing that you payed for the item and that you can't return it - the nature of the product, you understand." She slid the paper to me a bit, pointing with her bony finger to the line where I would have to sign. "Sign it here... and this curse is yours and yours alone, Boy."
As I signed it slowly, I could see the gypsy pulling it out of the box with her long, black fingernails. My heart began to pound.
"I thought... you couldn't touch it."
"Silly boy. I'm not touching it. My nails are. Folicles - not flesh. If you touch this with your flesh, you will become cursed. I am not stupid, silly Boy." As she raised the coin from its box, it released a small red aura and whispers filled the air. She layed the coin in a soft, red cloth and wrapped it carefully, covering it in a powder to seal the curse within the cloth and put it back into the wooden box. "This makes the coin yours. Here is your curse."
"Thank you... say, how much was that watch worth, anyway?"
"A lot more than a silly curse." the gypsy cackled. "Oh, I suppose you'll be wanting some money for this too, along with the coin."
"That would be nice. My father would probably not be too happy if I came back with only a coin in a cloth. I don't know how much it's worth...so... fifty dollars?"
"A deal it is!" Cackled the gypsy. "Here you are, Child. Do come again." she said, handing me a check for fifty dollars. So not only did I get what I needed, but also some money for supper tonight. Father was sure to be proud of me. If he asked me about the watch, I would have to lie, but I had a good reason, I think.
As I left the shop, I rememberd something I wanted to ask the gypsy, but as I turned around to re-enter the shop, I came face to face with a brick wall. It was as if the shop was never there. "Wow..." I thought to myself. I checked my pockets. Yes, the fifty dollars was there. Yes I had the coin's box in my hands. It was all real. Creeped out... I decided to just walk back home. I decided to run - something in me just felt like running. I was so excited to tell Father that I got what we needed.
When I got home, I ran up to my father, excited. "Father! I got it! I looked and looked and I found it. I got the curse!"
"Let me see that." Father demanded.
"No! The gypsy said if you touch the coin you'll be cursed."
"Your leg might'a been pulled, Son, now let me see!'
"No, Dad. It's no joke! I had to sign a contract and everything. I saw it glow!"
"Hogwash, Kid. Here... put it in the basement - I'm busy right now, I need to get some things done - my job's never done." Father turned to me, anger in his eyes. I don't think he seemed this angry before. "And on top of the endless work I have to do, I misplaced your Grandpa's old gold watch. Damn it all! If you see that thing, you tell me, y'hear?"
"Yes, Father." I said. I did as Father said and went to the basement to find a spot for the coin. I could hear talking upstais, so I climbed the stairs, the coin still in my hands, to see who it was. It was one of my father's assistant workers who came to help with the welding of the armor. He walked in, greeting my father, and suddenly fell out of nowhere.
"Ah!" the worker yelled. "My... my leg!"
"What happened?" Father came running to the worker.
"My leg! I... I don't know. I just fell and I think it's broken."
"The curse." I said. "Dad! The curse! I said it was real."
"What curse?" the worker on the floor wailed in pain.
"David you hush!"
"No, Dad, the curse is real! See? I'll prove it!" I said, running to the coin in the basement.
"David? David you get back here and help! Agh. Sorry, man. That boy..."
"He makes me angry... didn't bother to even help." the worker said. "That thing in his hands. What was that? It was glowing... agh, never mind. Help me up."
I figured my brother was upstairs, so I went to look for him. This castle was huge, so he could have been anywhere. I decided to call out for him, but there was no answer. I set the coin, still in the box, down on a table nearby.
"Brother? Are you here?" I figured he might be angry at me. He gets mad at me often, no idea why. But everyone was pretty upset today, and I had no idea why. "You here? I need you!" Where he was, I didn't know. As I turned to leave the room to look for my brother, I heard some whispers. I turned and saw an aura surround the box the coin was in, but it wasn't on the table. It was in my brother's hands. He seemed to be in a trans and slowly started to lift the lid.
"No! Put it down! Stop!" I shouted. "Please!" I yanked the box from his hands and closed the lid. "This isn't a toy, alright?"
"Woah." My brother said, snapping out of the trans. "I've... seen some pretty rare stuff, but this has to be the raddest thing ever!"
"I know... sure is something." I replied.
My brother stepped closer to look at the box. "Did you ever open it?"
"Nope... and I can't. I don't think I will."
"That sucks. What good is a present you can't open?"
"It's not a present... and ... I agreed to a contract to never open the box or touch the coin inside."
"Whatever... but man, what a sweet set of symbols. Nice, David." my brother said, patting me on the back and leaving the room. Feeling my brother be nice to me for a change was pretty nice. It was a first, I'll give you that. Still, I thought I should still keep a close eye on him. I can't risk this box being taken away where I can't keep a watch over it.
I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed. Looking at the box, something felt right. Something felt wrong. Something felt... just all over. Power? Money? Magic? No idea what it was but it was such a strong feeling. Still, why was my brother so nice to me?
As I lay down in my bed, clutching the box in my arms for safety. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. Something in the back of my mind just knew that my brother wanted to take this curse for all the wrong reasons. He thinks it's just some "rad" toy. That must be it. In no time at all, I fell asleep... unsure of what the next day of having this box would bring me.
