Cursed By An Oracle
Episode 3
Written By Jerry Smith.
I stared at the pastor, my heart racing. Had he really just said that we had only until the age of forty to live? My mind immediately went to my elder sister, Angela. She was already thirty-nine, just months away from reaching that dreadful number.
“You mean… my sister is almost out of time?” I asked, my voice shaking.
The pastor nodded solemnly. “Yes, Rose. The covenant states that once any of you reach forty without marriage, the spirits will claim your life.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “This can’t be happening… Pastor, there has to be a way out!”
The pastor leaned forward. “There is. But it involves your parents. They must undo what they did long ago.”
I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. “What do they have to do?”
The pastor’s gaze was steady. “Come back tomorrow with your parents. There is something they need to confess.”
I nodded. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to my parents, but I had to try. Angela’s life depended on it.
The next morning, I convinced my parents to come with me. They were skeptical at first, but when I told them what the pastor had revealed about the covenant, my mother’s face went pale.
“Come with me,” I pleaded. “This might be our only chance.”
Reluctantly, they agreed, and we made our way back to the pastor’s small church.
As soon as we stepped inside, the pastor looked directly at my parents. “There is something you have not told your children,” he said. “Something buried in your past.”
My father shifted uncomfortably. “We have nothing to hide.”
The pastor’s eyes did not waver. “Think back. When you made that agreement for children, was there something given to you to bury for each child?”
At those words, my mother gasped and covered her mouth. My father went stiff.
My heart pounded. “What is it? What did you bury?”
Tears rolled down my mother’s cheeks as she whispered, “Eggs.”
The room fell into silence.
The pastor nodded. “Tell me everything.”
My father sighed heavily. “The man who helped us conceive told us that for each child we had, we had to bury an egg in the ground as a symbol of our promise.”
“And where did you bury them?” the pastor asked.
“In the backyard of our old house,” my mother admitted. “It’s been almost forty years… I don’t even know if the eggs are still there.”
The pastor looked at them seriously. “You must go back and dig them up. If you do, your children will be free.”
My parents exchanged a nervous glance.
“But… what if we can’t find them?” my mother asked.
“You have to try,” the pastor said firmly. “It is the only way.”
That afternoon, we traveled to our old house. The current owners were skeptical when we asked to dig in their backyard, but after some pleading, they allowed it.
With shaky hands, my father picked up a shovel and started digging. My mother knelt beside him, praying under her breath.
Minutes passed. Then an hour.
I began to lose hope. Maybe the eggs had rotted away. Maybe we were too late.
But then, my father’s shovel hit something hard. He paused, his breathing heavy. Slowly, he reached into the dirt and pulled something out.
It was an egg.
Even after all these years, it had not cracked or decayed. It was as if time had not touched it.
Tears streamed down my mother’s face. “Dear God…”
My father kept digging. Soon, he found the second egg. Then the third.
The moment the last egg was pulled from the ground, I felt something shift in the air around us. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
The pastor, who had been watching, nodded. “It is done. You are free.”
From that day, everything changed.
Angela was the first to find love. A few months later, she got married in a beautiful ceremony, and within three years, she was blessed with children.
Esther, my second sister, soon announced that she was planning her wedding.
As for me, I finally found someone who loved me, and for the first time in my life, I was in a serious relationship that felt real.
The curse that had bound us for decades was finally broken, and that was the end of our horrible past.
The End.
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