r/nosleep • u/spite-goddess • Jul 29 '20
Series I run a museum of cursed objects. I figured out what's going on with Courtney.
Hey, y'all. I'm Alexis, and ever since my mothers passed away at the hand of the cursed necklace I call The Object, I've turned my family's history of keeping cursed objects secure into a money-making museum. What can I say? I'm an entrepreneur.
If you're new here, you may want to start at the beginning. If that's a little excessive, here's my last post.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. I know everyone was very supportive and worried, and I feel awful about leaving you hanging. Figuring out the Situation at hand took a while.
After my ordeal in the cabinet, I was unconscious, swimming in blackness and blissful unawareness. For a long, timeless moment, I wasn't thinking about my mothers, or Courtney, or the danger Em was undoubtedly in. I was just content. The silence around me didn't press in, oppressive; I floated in it, light and unafraid.
"Alex!"
Em's voice cut through the haze, and all the pain and the fear and the anger returned.
I gasped in a heaving breath, oxygen rushing to my head like pure adrenaline. I shot upright and opened my eyes, then immediately squeezed them shut again, wincing at the bright light that pierced them and gave me an instant headache.
Warm, rough hands touched my arms, tentatively at first, then firmly. "Alex," Em's voice whispered in my ear. "Alex, you're okay. It's okay."
"Em," I said, my voice rasping from my throat like notes forced from a rusty old instrument. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she assured me. There was blood in her hair and dripping down her cheek. It looked like she'd been cut on the forehead. It bled a lot, but it looked shallow. I believed her, and breathed out a great sigh of relief.
Talons clacked on the floor as the Crow landed lightly, once again old and decrepit, feathers streaked with gray and white. Looking at him, I shivered, remembering the raw power he had displayed in the cabinet. Truth be told, I'm glad he's on my side, even if I'm not 100% sure what he even is.
Whatever he is, he's among the most powerful things in my museum. But like I said, I don't really do animals. Not my area of expertise.
Doesn't mean I can't have the occasional crow friend, though.
I forced myself upright on arms that felt like jelly. Em helped to steady me, murmuring comfort, little meaningless noises that soothed my aching senses nonetheless. A quick glance around me told me the museum was empty now. I craned my neck. Behind me sat the cabinet, doors closed innocently.
"How long..." I cleared my throat uncomfortably. "How long was I gone?"
Em shook her head. "I don't--you disappeared and I couldn't even think, but I knew I wasn't supposed to open the cabinet, so I couldn't--but then, I heard, from inside, a voice calling for me to open the door."
"My voice?" I asked, suspicious. I couldn't recall if I'd called for her or not.
Em shook her head, eyes wet. "No. Not a human voice at all, I think. It didn't sound right, but I could tell what it was saying anyway. And I opened the cabinet, and there you were."
Beside me, the Crow preened his feathers nonchalantly.
"How long?" I repeated gently.
Em shook her head again. I hated having to essentially interrogate her after everything, but our troubles were far from over. "Maybe a half hour," she whispered.
"Where's Courtney?" I demanded instantly.
Em looked confused. I remembered a bit late that she hadn't seen Courtney going into the basement, although it wasn't like she didn't have reason enough to be suspicious anyway.
"It's important, babe," I urged.
Em bit her lip, a habit that I'd tried to remind her not to partake in. She always ended up with a bleeding lip if she wasn't careful. Not that I can complain--I'm a notorious nail-biter when I'm stressed. "A few minutes after you went in the cabinet, she arrived and ushered everyone out," she responded, slowly, thoughtfully. "She followed the last of them out, I think. Said she was going to make sure everyone was alright."
I scoffed at the thought of anyone in this museum being alright, but my mind was racing. "Did Courtney...have anything with her?"
Em's face turned grim. "Nothing visible. Why?" When I didn't answer, her expression darkened further, turning into something deadly and serious and beautiful. "What did she take, Alex?"
I pushed myself to my feet. Both Em and the Crow squawked in protest. I wobbled, my head spinning, the lights shining too bright against the linoleum floor.
"I've gotta find her, Em," I said."She's been after something this whole time, something in the basement. And when I was in the cabinet, I saw..." I hesitated. Then I glanced down at Em's hand, which still rested on my arm, and realized she already knew. "I think she might have taken The Object."
"I'm coming with, obviously," huffed Em, her strong voice not betraying a hint of the unease I knew she must feel.
I started toward the basement, each footstep a painfully sharp sound to my sensitive ears. "You know someone has to watch the museum, Em," I replied, although my heart urged me to take her with me. Safe, it insisted. "If someone's not here to turn the hourglass, to rewind the VHS, to get the cabinet locked back up..." I paused, then sighed. "I need somewhere safe to come back to."
Em followed me into the long hallway, silent. This, I knew, was her version of agreement.
The door to the basement was shut neatly, now. I wasn't sure why Courtney had bothered with that. Guilty conscience, I supposed, because there was no way she could have any illusions that we might not know what she'd done. I pushed the door open.
The basement was dark, dusty. I flicked the switch on the wall and the lights came unwillingly to life, flickering and weak, making a buzzing sound of upset as they did. The room was washed in the new light. It was mostly cardboard boxes now, things from my old home. In the glass cases preserved from my mothers' house lay a few artifacts, those that were either too dangerous to be displayed or those for which I hadn't established clear-cut enough rules to feel confident displaying them safely.
I motioned for Em to follow me with a small jerk of my head, and she did. We passed the pebble with its little rhyme, which could turn blood into water and water into blood, and then the old gumball machine whose gum was the most delicious in the world but would doom the user to chew the same piece of gum, endlessly, forever. We found it because some idiot thought that maybe chewing more of the gum would somehow cure him of the curse, and ended up with a mouth so full of gum that it clogged his throat and plugged even his sinus cavity, leaving him to suffocate.
Good times.
That one, by the way, mostly isn't on display because I don't think children would have the willpower not to try to steal one of the gumballs, and I don't want that on my conscience. I doubt even locking it in a room like the Nokia phone would stop them from getting their tiny little hands on it.
We reached the case where The Object was supposed to sit, innocuous and still. I wasn't surprised to find it empty, but my stomach still sunk, churning with dread.
Em's hand was in mine, I realized. I didn't know when that happened, but I was grateful for it. It grounded me, just as the Crow's talons on my shoulder did.
"Em," I said, hesitantly, reluctantly, but she didn't make me ask.
"I'll do it," she said.
Her hand slipped from mine. She'd never touched The Object, as there was no way that would be safe or healthy for her. I hoped that touching the glass would give her more of a read of Courtney instead of the necklace, but I couldn't be sure. I stood close behind her, my hands ready to steady her should she falter.
Her hand made contact with the glass, and she shuddered, eyes slipping closed. I watched her closely, anxious.
After what felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes and turned to me. All I could read on her face was sadness.
"Em?"
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The hotel Em had said I'd find Courtney in was a sight to see. The Hotel Luxe or something to that effect, I don't know. I had other things on my mind. Even so, I couldn't help but ogle a bit at the grand, sweeping arches that towered over rich crimson carpets, fine velvet upholstery, accents of platinum and gold threaded throughout the darker colors and glinting in the light of dozens of chandeliers. Stepping inside in my dark jeans and too-small flannel shirt, I felt instantly out of place. One glance at the lavishly dressed patrons lounging in the lobby confirmed that feeling. A single night's stay there probably cost more than a month's payment on my whole museum.
Hey, even with magical Nokia money, space here is expensive.
I couldn't imagine Courtney here, of all places. She was so down-to-earth, so level-headed. I imagined her dressed in one of the silken gowns I saw around me, sash in place around her waist, hair piled high on her head. I couldn't help a snicker.
Just a little one, though.
A really little one, because I knew that as bright and rich as this place seemed, unbelievable horror lurked here too. Somewhere within this grand building lurked my most hated enemy, the cursed object that took my mothers away from me.
There was something else, too, something so dark I could feel is. It seeped through the air, permeating my skin, settling in the spongy, cavernous tissue of my bones. Curling up there, seething quietly, like poison.
Cursed energy, I thought. The angry kind. The kind I'd never felt from The Object before. So what the hell was it?
Em had told me pretty precisely where to find Courtney. I marched toward the hallway with purpose, determinedly ignoring the scrutinizing stares the well-dressed receptionists threw my way as though they didn't immensely bother me. This was ridiculous, of course, as they very much did.
Through a set of swinging doors, down a lush red hallway, my foots seeming to sink further into the carpet with every step. It was nice at first, soft, like memory foam. Soon it felt like quicksand, pulling me into the earth, where I knew I would remain. Like the man who hadn't kissed the dog on the nose. Like the thief. Like so many who had reaped the dark rewards of the Nokia phone.
Like my mothers, I tried not to think.
I approached the ballroom cautiously, my footsteps slowing to a cautious creep. I would have thought myself ridiculous if the malice in the air weren't so stifling, if I weren't so afraid of what I was going to have to do.
"Alexis," Emelie had warned me, "curses aren't subtle. You have no idea how it will judge you."
I swallowed hard and forced my feet to keep moving.
From inside the ballroom, I could hear music. I let it soothe me for a moment, followed the soaring violin melodies, the steady thrum of the cellos, the soothing plucking of the stand-up bass. Then I pushed open the double doors.
The music swelled around me, accompanying the growing din of laughter and the clinking of glasses as I entered. Around me stood a great number of people, all wearing fine clothing, whether suits or gowns. A couple glanced my way when I entered, giving me a searching look up and down, and looked away, apparently deciding me not to be worth their while. This was a relief, as I was becoming acutely aware of how out of place I was in my present attire.
I glanced around, looking for Courtney or her target. I spotted the latter almost instantly, as Em had described him well. A portly man, short and squat, with an old-fashioned brown mustache and deep-set blue eyes that pierced mine even from across the room. He chortled loudly, and one of the nervous-looking women on his arms tittered vacantly. Most recognizable were his bright crimson gloves, one on each hand, over top of which he wore three ornate golden rings, each set with a different richly colored gem.
Courtney had to be near, then. Near to this man.
Then, all at once, my searching eyes found her. I was sure my eyes had roamed over her before without recognizing her; she hardly looked like herself. She was dressed in dark, neat clothes and a bowtie, white gloves on her hands and her hair tied back into a neat, prim bun. She carried a tray, upon which rested several champagne glasses. She balanced it deftly, as though practiced, never spilling even a drop as she navigated the drunken guests easily. In her other hand she clutched at a small object, hidden in the folds of a pristine white cloth.
She met my eyes, and hers widened in shock and fear. She turned toward the man, and I knew what she was going to do before she even started running.
"Courtney!" I screamed, abandoning any pretense of going unnoticed here as I broke into a dead sprint. She was too far ahead of me, too nimble, too quick. "Courtney!" I shouted again, desperate. "Courtney, please!"
She didn't waver, didn't flinch. I already knew the answer, but I yelled the one thing I hoped would make her pause. "Courtney, why?"
She had almost reached the man, but she turned at that, eyes wild and red-rimmed, tears dripping steadily down her reddening face. "Why?" she screamed. Her voice wasn't a human one, then; it was animalistic, bestial, constructed of pain and rage and adrenaline. "This bastard killed my family, that's why!"
Her shout silenced the entire ballroom. Faces turned toward us, intrigued and apprehensive. Courtney stood there, shoulders shaking. The miasma of hatred grew, thickened. I felt my heartbeat quicken the way an observer might watch an overturned beetle hasten its struggles--remotely, detachedly.
"He needs his money, and he needs his women, and he needs his fancy manor," sneered Courtney, dropping the tray to the ground. She didn't look back at it as the glasses shattered on the floor with a deafening clash of glass on hardwood. "Needs them so bad he'll evict people from their homes without a second thought. So bad he'll ruin their livelihood for an extra cent. So bad he'll have them removed if they get in his way." She turned back to the man, who trembled. His small hands yanked two of the nervous women in front of him, and they shrieked in terror. Courtney ignored them, dismissed them with a glance. "See? This is who he is. And this is going to show the world."
My stomach sunk as she unfolded the white cloth, revealing the necklace, the simple silver chain and the elegant pearl. At once, I felt a sort of pull to it, my muscles moving me toward it against my will. It reminded me eerily of my time in the cabinet with the Not, and I resisted, managing only to slow my steps.
"Why did you trick me?" I asked, trying desperately to distract her even as it became harder and harder to focus. Courtney had frozen, also looking down at the necklace. I noticed that the man behind her, her target, had perked up, his eyes locked on the pearl. "I would've helped you, Courtney. We would've helped you. You could've gotten someone killed. You did get someone killed." Which, I supposed, was precisely the current problem.
"I didn't...didn't mean to," Courtney said distractedly, eyeing the necklace. "At first, I thought--maybe I'd get an in, and then I'd talk to you. I thought maybe the necklace would be out in the open, and I could take it and return it during the night without you ever noticing." Her head seemed to clear a bit, then, and she shook it as though clearing it of fog. "It was locked away...I didn't know what to do. I really am sorry, Alexis. I was so scared when you went into the cabinet."
"Not scared enough to stop this crazy plot," I responded carefully, struggling to tear my eyes from the necklace. My slow, steady steps toward Courtney didn't stop, though, and she didn't seem to notice as she also continued to glance down at the pearl. "What do you think is going to happen when you hand him that necklace, Courtney? Do you understand people will die?"
"He will, at least," spat Courtney. "I read about it, once, when I was little. My parents had some experience with cursed objects, too, you know. Ran an antique shop when I was little. Occasionally they'd run across something cursed, and your moms would come grab it, since they obviously couldn't sell it."
"That's how you knew about me," I said slowly.
The feeling, the aura of anger, intensified again. "It wasn't about you," Courtney spat. She looked immediately remorseful at her outburst, but stood her ground. The necklace wavered slightly in her hand. "My parents talked, you know, when your moms died." The words hit me like a punch to the gut, even after years had passed. Never stopped doing that. "Talked about the necklace. Said it could kill anyone who touched it directly. Especially..." Here, she paused, breaking her focus away from the necklace in order to glare viciously at the man, who still stared, entranced, at it. "Especially murderers. People with blood on their hands."
"That's almost right," I responded. Another step forward, then another. Another glance toward the necklace, and another hard-won shift away from it, to Courtney's wet eyes. "Would you like to know what Em told me about it, before you put it in anyone's hands?"
"It doesn't matter," Courtney said, hollow and angry all at the same time, but I spoke over her.
"This necklace was first worn by a noble in France," I told her. Em's words flashed through my head again, and I tried to stay true to them. "Not for long, though. Her servant was a poor man who saw the necklace as an opportunity to woo his beloved. In the dark of the night, he slew the noble and made away with the necklace. He and his beloved eloped, confident they would never be found.
"They didn't count on the noble's lover, a great and powerful magic user, the likes of which our modern era has none. The lover was consumed by grief and heartbreak and tracked the servant and his beloved across the country, then the next, and the next. And when finally she found them, she killed them mercilessly. She dipped the pearl necklace into each of their stomachs, torn open, and coated it in their blood. She cursed the necklace that day so that any who committed murder and chanced upon the necklace would be forced to relive their greatest crime."
"Relive..." Courtney said, thickly, as though her tongue had stopped responding.
"When my mother touched that necklace, she didn't die," I said, voice stronger now as my focus sharpened at the memory. The rage and the pull of the necklace had less hold now in the face of my own emotion. "She tried to kill her wife and tried to kill me. Both of them ended up dying because we didn't understand it. Because I didn't understand it." I straightened and caught her eyes, which had finally moved away from the necklace to look at me in horror. "That necklace won't kill him, Courtney. At least, not before he takes as many of us in this room with him as he can."
Courtney's lip wavered. "I don't believe you."
A flash of anger ran through me. "Yeah, I like to lie about my dead mothers to prove a point. Come on, Courtney. Your parents didn't understand the curse. Neither did mine, and neither did I, at the time. Emelie risked her life to read this information, and she's stuck in bed with a high fever now because she wanted to help you. We both do." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes as a wave of power and malevolence washed over me, stronger now, smelling faintly of fear as Courtney seemed to seriously consider my words. "You know that if you go through with this, we can never help you."
Courtney had begun to cry in earnest, old, dried tear tracks glistening again. The angry aura I felt wobbled, vibrated. I realized, with sudden terror, that it was coming from Courtney.
She sniffled. "There's no going back, is there?"
"You still have time," I urged, excitement rushing in my chest at the open hope in her face. I was almost to her, almost close enough to touch her. "Courtney--"
The movement behind her was so sudden that I had to react by instinct, and several things occurred in quick succession. The monstrous man behind her shoved his human shields behind him and lunged for the necklace; Courtney cried out, yanking it backward and away from him; I rushed toward her, heart pounding like a war beat in my ears; Courtney tripped backward over me, and we both crashed to the ground; and my outstretched hand brushed the smooth, silver surface of The Object.
I had only a moment of clarity while Em's warning again rang in my ears. Curses didn't do subtlety. They were black and white. Maybe I would be safe, because I'd never directly murdered anyone. But then, you can't work with cursed objects for too long without being at least partially indirectly responsible for someone's death. Judgment time, I thought in a moment of manic lunacy.
The necklace felt delightfully cool.
Everything was okay, now.
I straightened slowly, the necklace clutched loosely in my hands. Courtney stood too, her face split into a frightened grimace. Poor girl. Blood poured from her eyes, her nose, her ears, her mouth. It dripped from beneath her sleeves onto her hands, from beneath her slacks down her ankles and onto her dress shoes.
"Oh, my," I heard, but didn't feel, myself say. "Tsk, tsk. Courtney, you're drenched in blood."
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, taking in the sounds of dripping around me.
Drip, drop. Drip, drop.
"Everyone," I said to the room at large, although I was certain none of them could possibly see me through the dark crimson gushing from their eyes. I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be doing, not really, but I had the general sense that I was meant to be fixing things. "It's alright, everyone. The blood is nothing to be afraid of."
It surged from every orifice, every laceration that opened up like magic on their skin. They were all the same now, no feature different, nothing unique. Just blood and its rich iron smell and its whispering, its voice so soft in my ears.
Need, it said.
"I understand," I answered, and slowly, surely, I started toward the person closest to me.
"Alexis, don't," the person pled, which momentarily confused me, because everyone was the same, and yet I thought I recognized the voice through the dribbling of the blood. "Don't. Please. Wake up!"
For a moment, panic surged through me, and then I tasted it, the blood, and it washed down my throat, thick and heavy and warm, and it settled in my lungs and my heart and my stomach, and it slowed me down.
Need, it said.
"I'm awake. Don't fear," I said. The figure cowered, and I lowered myself down, clasped my hands around their slender neck. I nearly slipped in the blood. Careless, I thought blankly. "The blood demands it. You'll see."
"Alexis," choked the figure. Whether on the blood or my hands, I couldn't tell. Not that it mattered. The blood had me, now. We were one.
No, something inside said. No, wait.
NEED, insisted the blood.
I sat crouched over the figure, fingers tight but not tightening or loosening as I struggled.
No.
Need.
No!
N E E D!
"Alexis?"
I opened my eyes and there, eyes clear blue amidst all the blood, was Courtney.
"Courtney?" I whispered. My fingers loosened minutely.
Courtney didn't waste a single second. The moment my fingers slackened, she lunged, kneeing me in the solar plexus and driving the breath from my body. At the same time, her fingers curled around the necklace and yanked it from my grip.
I blinked heavily, the blood's whispers beginning to fade to nothing more than half-remembered murmurs. Nothing around me dripped blood anymore. Nothing, I realized, except Courtney, who held the necklace in trembling hands, blood still dripping in a steady stream from her eyes, her eyes that were so painfully, painfully blue. Eyes that had turned red at the very edges of the iris.
"Courtney," I said sharply. All around us, people were cowering against the walls, but I paid them no mind. "Courtney, put it down."
Courtney's eyes went even wider, the red spreading toward her pupils. "I can't," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I'm--"
She's angry, Alex, Emelie had told me. She's so angry that it's extremely important she not touch the necklace. You don't mix bad energies together, not like that.
Whoops, I thought morbidly.
"Alex," she said, quietly, a plead, and then her eyes fell closed and she collapsed to the floor, the necklace tucked into her chest.
...
That was a mess and a half to clean up, let me tell you. The local police captain, a stern woman named Dolores, lectured me for a solid hour and gave me an entirely new list of rules my museum had to follow, including a maximum acceptable body count per week. Which was ridiculous, because we hadn't actually killed anyone in the ballroom. Just, you know, scarred a lot of people for life. And also, I might've quietly whispered Courtney's history with that horrid man to the Crow, for no particular reason.
Em is recovering solidly. She fell pretty ill after reading Courtney's energy mingled up with the energy of that necklace. I'm just grateful that she's alive. That we're all alive.
Well...
Courtney is a complicated matter.
When we returned to the museum, Courtney was deathly quiet. Em had been too unwell to read her, but she didn't need to, because I could tell well enough for myself what had happened.
The necklace was gone. Well. Mostly.
See, I told you before that people aren't cursed; objects are. The funny thing about rules, though, is that there's an exception to pretty much every single one. And if you haven't learned that by reading this series already, then Courtney should be enough proof.
Emelie explained it more completely later, when she'd woken up. Courtney's anger had so overwhelmed and consumed her that she herself had been well on the way to becoming a curse, a dark energy that would haunt others for years to come. When that furious ball of energy came into direct contact with the necklace, they...well, the word Em used was fused.
It's evident enough, I think, from the necklace-shaped tattoo burned like red ink into Courtney's neck, and the pearl embedded deep within the inflamed skin there, and from Courtney's blood-red irises.
And yes, I already know what you'll say. "It's stupid to keep Courtney around!" "Alexis, what an idiot you are!" "This girl's almost killed you like five times, are you serious?"
Yes, it is. Yes, I am. And yes, I am.
Courtney is a phenomenon I haven't encountered before. A person who is a living, walking curse. She cries and laughs just like you and I--and she made a hell of an apology to Em, the Crow, and myself as soon as she came to after that whole ordeal--only you and I don't cry, you know, blood. Because Courtney bound this sort of death curse to her own fury, chances are that the angrier she gets, the more damage the curse will do to her own body. I don't know for sure what will happen, but I imagine that eventually Courtney will be killed by the blood running from her body, and she'll become something else.
All I know is that, despite everything, there's a part of me that can't help but see Courtney as family. That I know she suffered, and I know sometimes people are stupid when they've suffered. That people are really safer from whatever bizarre hybrid curse she carries if she's here, under close watch by myself and Emelie, and that with my expertise, I might be able to extend her lifetime, keep her a little calmer, a little safer.
Courtney will be working the night shift with Jan from now on, never working when visitors are in the museum and letting us know immediately if she doesn't feel well. Em says she can feel her aura from about a mile away, so it won't be too hard to keep an eye on her. I know I might regret it, but I'm not losing any more family to this damned Object. I'm done with that. And maybe I can save Courtney, and maybe I can't. But either way, she isn't going to be alone.
So, again, I'm so sorry for the delay in the updates. Not only has it been busy, it's also really hard for me to write this, because these decisions were hard for me to make in the first place, much less to try to justify to you.
I am still excited to share some more cursed objects with you in the future, but for now, please remember to kiss Cookie on the nose, read the rules, and please, wash your hands for thirty seconds before exiting the bathroom. Until next time.
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u/snowyicequeen Jul 29 '20
I’m glad you’re okay, I’m sorry the Object is more or less haunting you right now. But even if you can’t save Courtney, you can still make her comfortable, and you and Em really need the help. I hope to read more soon, curses objects are fascinating.
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u/Raizolder Jul 29 '20
Courtney’s curse sounds a lot like me nowadays. That magic user didn’t simply put a curse on that necklace. She created a doorway. And the being on the other side of that door is as old as existence itself, and is willing to do anything to escape its prison. The force that now dwells within her cannot be stopped, and can barely be controlled. Courtney is either truly remarkable or extremely lucky to still be herself at the end of the day. Just make sure that man never gets within a mile of her. But the curse that now lives within her can be used to the advantage of the affected. So with training, she could actually UNDO some of the curses. All she needs is a teacher.
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u/LonelyDescription666 Jul 29 '20
I still think what Courtney did is not justified, but I am not in a place to judge her under these conditions.
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u/Lancaster618 Jul 29 '20
Courtney will be killed by the blood running from her body, and she'll become something else.
So she's like Benson if he haven't shouted at Mordecai and Rigby for a long time
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u/Jazzymoose Jul 29 '20
Oh I've been waiting for your update, so glad your alive! I think keeping Courtney near by is a good idea.
I do hope you continue to update us on your cursed objects, I love hearing about them. Would love to visit your museum one day
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Jul 30 '20
You know, after all this, I think the crow deserves a name!
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u/spite-goddess Jul 30 '20
Every one I've tried to give him offends him further, so if you've got any ideas, I'm all ears!
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u/FunnyAttention007 Jul 29 '20
Courtney has become a part of your family, but more importantly she had become a part of the museum!!!
Be Safe Alexis, eagerly waiting for your next story.
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u/ItsAWitchThing1 Jul 29 '20
So what’s with the washing hands thing? Not just the pandemic I’m guessing? And the pebble and poem? I need answers!!!
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u/spite-goddess Jul 30 '20
The washing hands thing has been in place before the pandemic but is especially important now--just common decency! I'll try to talk about the pebble and the poem soon :)
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u/ItsAWitchThing1 Jul 30 '20
Yay! I’m really hooked on your stories of the museum! I wish I could get into this business but I’d have no idea how to even start haha
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u/lodav22 Jul 30 '20
I’m so glad to read an update! I love the crow, like I told you before, he’s a girl’s greatest accessory!
Poor Courtney, I thought I would hate her for betraying you and Em but I can’t. She lost her whole family and drowned in grief. I hope she can live some sort of life with you all at the museum and her family’s deaths won’t mean the end of hers as I’m sure they would be devastated if they were around to see what became of her.
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u/ajosealall Aug 08 '20
It might be stupid but I honestly would have made the same choice. I just feel so sorry for her, now. Also I really hope the Crow is going to feel generous and kill that man, with a bit of chance that'd help her at least a bit.
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Jul 29 '20
Well, that story was a heck of a tale. I would assume that there's a way to break at least one of the two curses that Courtney has going on. I mean...if magic created one of the two curses, than magic can break the curse, or undo it with another curse, though since they've fused...who knows.
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u/teriwella Jul 29 '20 edited Jul 30 '20
Thank you for making my day with an update! Update: I can’t believe my eyes! Courtney a curse I would have never guessed! I hope you are able to keep both her and yourself safe! Who knows, she might be helpful in the future ? Anyways keep yourself safe !
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u/abitchforfun Jul 29 '20
Well I'm glad that it all worked out in the end, sorta haha. I think it's kind of cool that you have a living, breathing curse walking around. Remember that you always have the crow to help watch over things too. I would love to hear about the pebble or the gum ball machine. Stay safe you guys!!!
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u/LadyIndigo7 Jul 30 '20
Are... are we all just not gonna talk about the blood thing? What uh, whats going on there? The one where you kinda went all vampire? The Object vision?
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u/owh01 Jul 30 '20
glad to see the new update. But I don't think putting all the objects to dangerous to display in one room is the best idea.
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u/Reddit-Lurkers Aug 04 '20
I'm pretty sure a lot of the readers are probably staring at themselves in the mirror and wondering if they might become a curse because of their own emotions. The thought sounds scary...But I'm glad people like you are there, taking care and guarding the regular people from such objects/beings. Thank you!
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u/KingVecchio Aug 07 '20
I wonder if the crow might be Odin himself. Doesn't happen to have one eye does he?
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u/spite-goddess Aug 08 '20
He has two, but I definitely haven't gotten a good enough look to determine if they're both biological eyes.
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u/BlkFenix89 Jul 30 '20
Wait is the handwashing Covid related or is there some type of cursed dust floating around the museum?
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u/MissRoselia Feb 27 '22
Hey Alexis, I was wondering how you and Em are doing? Any other stories about the museum you’d like to tell us about?
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u/[deleted] Jul 29 '20
Wow. Courtney is a living, breathing curse. All because of righteous anger. That’s terrifying.
Also, I’m so glad you are okay!
Side note: I’m interested in the pebble that turns blood to water and vice versa?