Page 81 of Cursed by Death

“Maybe we should try sage-ing it first,” I joked. It was a joke because I didn’t actually believe that sage worked to get out bad spirits and negative energy. But it made people feel better to believe that it did. And believing in something like ghosts and spirits was half the battle.

They both looked horrified so I figured my joke fell flat.

Oh well. At least I had tried.

I sighed as I turned back to the house. “No one is burning it down.” I felt them move beside me but I didn’t turn to look back at them again. They could stare at each other and have a silent conversation with just their eyes all they wanted. I didn’t need to see it because I wasn’t actually a part of it.

“I would have thought you’d be the first person in line to light the match,” Bane said in confusion.

I shrugged, uncaring. He didn’t have to understand, only I did. “Maybe. But that was before I bought it. If you torch one of my properties I’m going to be seriously pissed. At the both of you.”

I could tell that I had stunned them both into silence. It was a nice change. Maybe now they’d stop suggesting we take part in felonious activities.

Not that I was opposed to a little crime and getting my hands dirty every now and then. I liked me some mayhem just as much as the next girl.

“Why would you ever do that?” Roan asked me quietly. I could hear the confusion and judgment in his voice clear as day. “This place is evil. All three of us have experienced it first-hand. You, more so than either of us.”

“Hell,” Bane said, backing his brother up, like usual. “You can’t even bear to go inside the godforsaken house. It makes no sense that you would buy it.”

They had it wrong. It wasn’t the place that was evil, but the woman who had once occupied it. But this was just a house, no matter how bad the memories were or the ghosts who lived inside my head.

“It’s just a house,” I told them with conviction, repeating my thoughts out loud.

“The fuck it is,” Bane snapped at me in outrage. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

“What are you going to do with it?” Roan asked me curiously, for once not seeming to agree with his twin at all. “It’s not like you’re going to live here, you already have a house.”

“Oh, god,” Bane groaned. “Please tell us you aren’t planning on moving in here. If you say yes, I’m going to have you committed to the psych ward. I swear, I’ll do it.”

Roan started arguing with his brother and I tuned them out. If they were still anything like they were when we were kids they could argue for hours like this with each other.

WhatwasI planning on doing with the house? I wasn’t quite sure but I wanted it to be used for something good.

You couldn’t change the past. There was no magic eraser that could wash away someone’s sins.

Unfortunately, life didn’t work like that.

I might not be able to change the past but the future wasn’t set in stone yet. I could make of my future whatever I wanted to.

But first… I had to conquer my fears.

I started walking towards the house. The twins were right behind me. I had a feeling that’s where they’d always be, whether I wanted them there or not.

The End.

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