October. The season to celebrate ghouls, demons, and all things dark and beastly. A perfect time to start a blog devoted to such grim topics.
I’m a skeptic by nature. After all, this is the age of enlightenment. Superstitions are a thing of the past. Spirits don’t actually roam the earth. An object can’t be cursed and bring on a string of bad luck. Right?
Yet sometimes, despite our better judgment, we can’t help but wonder if that noise in the other room was merely the house settling or perhaps something more sinister. Or if the presence you sense behind you is strictly your mind getting the best of you.
Most of my friends are like me. Skeptics. But not NC. She believes it all. Ghosts, voodoo, bad juju, evil curses. It’s all real in her world. And sometimes those beliefs, no matter how ridiculous, can be contagious.
NC bought a nutcracker modeled after Satan. You’d think her beliefs in the paranormal would scare her away from the darker side of life. Instead it draws her to it. Basically, she’s nuts. NC isn’t her real name, by the way. Not even her initials. She’s a bit of a nutcase. Adorable, yes. But still a nutcase. Hence, NC.
Her new nutcracker was a creepy thing, but she adored it. That is until she developed strep throat, got in an argument with her boyfriend, and ran her car into the side of a bus. Dumb luck? Most people would think so, but not NC. That string of events could only mean one thing: her devil nutcracker was cursed!
“You’re prone to strep throat,” I told her, trying to convince her the nutcracker had nothing to do with her bad luck. “You and your boyfriend argue all the time. As for the bus, what can I say? You’re an idiot.”
No amount of logic could dissuade her. She had a cursed nutcracker. The tag on the bottom said it’d been made in China. NC was convinced that a factory worker, underpaid and bitter toward Americans, passed his bad juju onto the nutcracker before it was boxed up and shipped off to the States.
The only reasonable thing to do now was to pawn her little devil off onto one of her closest friends. Throwing it away wouldn’t work, you see. She needed somebody else to take the nutcracker so she could see if this dear friend also became plagued with misfortune. NC does employ logic from time to time. Too bad it has to be at someone else’s expense.
Unfortunately for NC, her rantings about her evil nutcracker had made all of us weary, despite our skepticism. For some reason, no one wanted to be her guinea pig. She could have brought the ugly thing over, presented it as a gift, and I would have stuffed it away in my cupboard without thinking a thing of it. But now she’d awoken the irrational part of my brain that claims there are still many things in this universe we don’t understand and maybe that ridiculous, satanic nutcracker might be one of them. So no, I didn’t want it. Nor did anyone else.
NC came up with all sort of crazy schemes to rid herself of the curse. My personal favorite involved stuffing the nutcracker in a paper bag and leaving it in the car of a friend who had already stated he wanted nothing to do with the cursed object.
Did I mention that NC is slightly demented?
Ultimately, her boyfriend, a fellow nonbeliever, locked the nutcracker outside on the balcony. I can’t declare that no other misfortunes have befallen NC since its banishment, but at least now she no longer attributes it to the devil. Now it’s all God’s doing. Apparently He doesn’t like her very much. At least that’s her take on it.
What do you think? Can a person infect an object with bad energy, either intentionally or otherwise?