avatarEva MacInnes

Summary

Edward, a skeptic of fortune-telling, experiences terrifying nightmares after a visit to a fortune teller, leading him to believe she cursed him.

Abstract

Edward, who is skeptical about the supernatural, visits a fortune teller at his girlfriend's behest, using a birthday gift certificate. He leaves the session feeling cheated due to the vague predictions and a seemingly trivial magic protection spell. However, his disbelief turns into fear as he is plagued by vivid nightmares of demonic entities, which he attributes to the fortune teller's curse. After seven nights of torment, he unsuccessfully attempts to confront the fortune teller, realizing the gravity of his mistake in not showing her respect, possibly by tipping her.

Opinions

  • Edward initially views fortune-telling as a form of entertainment rather than a genuine mystical practice.
  • The author suggests that Edward's lack of belief and disrespect towards the fortune teller's craft may have led to the curse.
  • The story implies that there might be real consequences to not valuing or acknowledging the power of those who practice the mystical arts.
  • The fortune teller is portrayed as someone who should not be underestimated or disrespected, as she possesses genuine power, which is demonstrated through Edward's nightmares.
  • The narrative hints at the idea that traditional customs, such as tipping, might carry more weight and significance than one might casually assume.

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The Fortune Teller’s Curse

Edward didn’t believe in that stuff…

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This double-drabble (200-word story) is a response to Making Your Characters Squirm! (Idea 11), written by JF Danskin at The Fiction Writer’s Den.

Edward walked out of the fortune teller’s shop feeling cheated. He never believed in that stuff to begin with. But he thought that he’d at least get some sort of entertainment value for his money. Well, it wasn’t so much his money – his girlfriend bought him a gift certificate for his birthday.

In the end though, all he got were a few vague predictions and some sort of magic protection spell in Latin. He didn’t even bother tipping.

On his way out the Gypsy muttered something under her breath. He didn’t care; it’s not like he was ever going to see her again.

That night he had horrible nightmares. Demonic entities swirled around in his head, cursing him. The same thing happened the next night, and the next. He woke up each night covered in sweat. The visuals were so realistic. It was terrifying.

He knew that horrible woman had something to do with his vivid dreams. On the seventh night he couldn’t take it anymore. He drove down to the Gypsy’s shop and banged on the door, bellowing. The lights were on, but nobody came to the door. He began to realize that maybe he should have tipped her.

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