At first, it was the strange recurring dream— black cat staring into your eyes in the middle of a void space. Two weeks of that every single night. Then it was the ravens in your front porch that looked less than alive. Today, too, you coughed up blood and feathers. Claw marks on your body that resembled a cat’s— but bigger. Way bigger.

No doubt about it, someone’s doing voodoo magic on you. You’re cursed.

You had your suspicions, the new clean-faced handsome butler that your father hired to take care of things at your new home. Nathaniel Harper. Ironic, given his angelic name.

You entered your room that night, and you suddenly felt like your throat was on fire. Your clutched your neck, your knees hitting the ground, everything was hurting.

Footsteps glided across the marbled floor towards you. Nathaniel looked down at you.

“Young miss, you don’t look very well.” His eyes glowed red. From this angle, he looked more like the devil than anything. His hand clutching onto a small voodoo doll.. with your face printed and stapled onto it.

“If only you were born into a less corrupt family..” he crouched down and grabbed your chin up. Despite everything, his voice remained sophisticated. It was almost like he was looking down on you.