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The Sinking House (standard:other, 2218 words)
Author: the guitaristAdded: Mar 02 2007Views/Reads: 3856/2157Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
In "The Sinking House" a young man goes from being left in New Orleans by his girlfriend, to a house in the swamp that is slowly sinking. He becomes a prisoner inside this house because of a Voodoo love curse. It's quite funny really.
 



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land.  The house looked as if it were falling apart, yet something 
about it appealed to him.  He looked up, and he saw a For Sale sign on 
the door.  On the sign was a phone number, and he happened to have his 
cell phone in his pocket.  He opened his phone, and saw that it had one 
bar left on the battery.  He called the number on the For Sale sign, 
just to see how much the house was being sold for.  Within a few 
minutes after calling the number, a black Cadillac pulled up into the 
yard.  "Were you the one calling about the house?" the man asked him as 
he stepped out of the car.  "Yeah", he replied to the man.  The man 
showed Nathan around the house, and as they were headed out the front 
door, Nathan asked, "So how much do you want for the house?"  "Whatever 
you can give me for it, I'll accept", said the man.  "I only have 
$220", Nathan replied sadly.  "I'll take it", said the man with a 
smile.  Nathan gave the man the money and was wondering why the man 
took such a low offer for the house.  He didn't care really though, 
because he didn't have anywhere else to go, and he figured he would 
have a place to stay.  The first night there scared him, and he wasn't 
sure if he really wanted to be there.  The house had no electricity, so 
he had to light candles to provide light.  He found an old battery 
powered shortwave radio, and he spent the night listening to 
broadcasting from around the world.  The next morning he awoke and 
began to tour the property.  He found an old shack further into the 
woods, and saw smoke rising from it.  As he went toward the shack, an 
old woman walked out of it and gave him an evil stare.  "Who the hell 
are you?" Nathan asked the old lady.  "I am Madame Bouchette", she 
began to reply, "and I am not someone you want to mess with, if you 
know what I mean."  Nathan was somewhat scared of the old woman, but he 
continued to speak to her.  He followed her into her shack, and he saw 
things that reminded him of when he went to Marie Laveaux's Voodoo 
Shop.  It was apparent that Madame Bouchette was into Voodoo, but it 
didn't seem to scare Nathan at all.  Nathan got to know Madame 
Bouchette pretty well, and he went her shack every day.  She taught him 
the ways of Voodoo, and she gave him Voodoo dolls to release his anger 
on those who had done him wrong in the past.  He had a doll for pretty 
much everyone.  In the doll he had for Suzanne, he placed needles in 
it's head, and between the legs.  It was rather odd that at the time he 
did that, she began to have migraine headaches, and soon found out that 
she would have to have her uterus removed.  He had turned from someone 
that was good, into a vengeful person who caused pain to those who had 
done him wrong.  One day he was sitting on the porch of the old house, 
and the girl he had met at Mardi Gras came walking up to the porch.  
"Do you remember me?" she asked him.  "I think I do." Nathan replied to 
her.  "I saw you when you were at Mardi Gras, and you were depressed 
because your girlfriend left you for a Frenchman", she said to him.  "I 
wish I could kill that bitch", he said in anger.  "I understand how you 
feel", she said to him, "I've had men leave me for other women."  
"That's terrible", he replied to her.  They got to talking, and he 
realized he had a lot in common with her.  "May I ask what your name 
is?" Nathan asked.  "My name is Josie", she replied with a smile.  That 
night he went to Madame Bouchette's shack, and told her of his love for 
Josie.  "Love is a funny thing" she began to say, "Someone could have 
feelings for you, and then something could change it all." "I don't 
know if she feels the same way for me that I feel for her" he replied 
sadly.  "I have a spell that can get her eating from the palm of your 
hand", she said to him. "You see this piece of paper?  I will cut it 
into a heart, and you will write her name on the heart." she said.  She 
cut the heart out of a piece of paper, and handed it to him.  He took a 
pen out of is pocket and in all capital letters he wrote JOSIE.  He 
folded the heart in half, and handed it back to Madame Bouchette.  She 
took the half folded heart, and placed it into a box filled with baby 
snakes and other disgusting creepy crawlies.  She began to chant 
something in French, but Nathan could not understand what she was 
saying, because he knew nothing about French.  "Your true love will 
find you tonight." she said to him with a smile.  He didn't know if her 
Voodoo love curse would work, but he he believed something would happen 
either way.  That night as he lay in bed, he heard the front door open 
slowly.  Suddenly he heard footsteps come towards his room  He saw a 
figure drawing near him, and suddenly the figure stood in the door.  It 
was Josie.  "I want you forever." Josie said to him.  Nathan was 
excited.  Madame Bouchette's love spell had worked.  She come towards 
him and pushed him onto the bed.  It wasn't long before her clothes 
were on the floor, and so were his.  Throughout the night they had wild 
passionate sex, and he was happy with himself.  He finally fell asleep 
with a smile on his face.  He awoke the next morning, and when he 
looked beside him, he saw the most god awful sight he had ever seen.  
It was Madame Bouchette.   "What the hell?" he asked her.  "If you 
didn't know, I am Josie", she said, "And I'm the reason you're here."  
"What do you mean", he asked her.  "I can change forms between an old 
woman and a beautiful young lady", she answered back to him.  "When you 
passed out that night I took you with me, and dropped you in front of 
the house." she said.  "Oh my god." Nathan screamed.  He knew he did 
something wrong, and now he was cursed to be with her forever.  "I knew 
I could fool you into being my slave, and now there is nothing you can 
do to escape." she said laughing.  He tried to run out of the house, 
but something prevented him from leaving.  "Why can't I leave?" he 
asked her scaredly.  "This house is your holding cell, and it's sinking 
into the ground", she said once again smiling.  "In about another two 
hundred years, this house will be completely buried under mud." she 
said.  She walked out of the house, and for a second he saw the 
beautiful girl he met at Mardi Gras, and then she went back to looking 
like the old lady she always had.  To this day he still remains in the 
house, but when good old Madame Bouchette is looking for some action, 
she doesn't turn into the beautiful young lady that Nathan first saw.  
Nathan should have just left all that Voodoo shit alone, but love over 
came him, and he became a slave to it.  He will never again set foot 
outside the sinking house


   


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