100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween 2023. #63. Curse.

Someone at work put a curse on us.

Why, we don't know, but people were coming down with a horrible rash and then calling out sick for several days. My friend Kirby and I panicked because we didn't want to come down with this sickness. We didn't realize it was a curse until I glanced at Odette Oshiro's desk. I didn't see it immediately because Odette had many little potpourri pouches all over her desk. However, there was one that didn't match. I got up, walked over to Odette's desk, and noticed a little pu'olo made from Ti-leaf. Someone had left it there to curse us, which meant it was someone in our office. Kirby and I went down the list. It couldn't be one of the two of us because we're here, at the office. But if one of the other co-workers at home was horribly sick, why would they infect themselves?

"To throw off suspicion," Kirby said.

"That's sinister," I replied. "It would take a very sick mind to do that,"

When we weren't filling out reports, filing them, and emailing them, we were speculating who might have a bone to pick badly enough that they'd have to curse our office. To say that we were exhausted by the end of the day is putting it lightly. Even though our cars were parked ten feet away, it felt like years as we trudged toward them. It was difficult not to nod off on the drive home. Kirby would call me at home later to tell me the same thing. The following day, the office located in a building built in 1792 lay bare and deathly quiet. Just the way I like it.