The Curse of Selina

A group of figures, cloaked in long black robes, were standing in a circle softly chanting a name. She could hear them repeating, “Selina, Selina, Selina,” over and over again. Her mind reeled with disbelief as she leaned against the barn door to steady herself. She murmured to herself, “This can’t be real, it’s only a dream. I must be dreaming.” As she stood leaning slightly against the barn door, she was unaware of a cloaked figure who had watched, in the dim moonlight, as she had approached the barn. As she stared dumbstruck with terror at the figures in the barn, the shadow moved from its position in the darkness, silently creeping up from behind her, raising a large club. The specter swung the club downward with tremendous force, crushing her skull. Lois Aldridge didn’t hear the sound as the bludgeon crunched against the back of her head. She had joined her husband in death.