Envy in the Bloodline Three sisters. One stolen necklace. A curse that reveals more than jealousy — it uncovers the truth of who we really are. Faith, Kelly, and Lucy were sisters — bound by blood, but not by heart. Where Faith was gentle and honest, Kelly was playful and careless. Lucy, however, was different. Jealousy lingered in her eyes, like a shadow that never left. One sunny afternoon, the trio visited a shopping mall. They stopped at a jewelry shop where a white pearl necklace gleamed behind glass. Faith admired it quietly, reading the $590 price tag with hesitant fingers. “That necklace is made for you,” Kelly said with a wink. Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’s not worth it.” Despite the comments, Faith bought the necklace, paying $610 in cash and leaving the change behind. That night, as silence blanketed the house, Lucy crept into Faith’s room and stole the necklace from her purse. The next day, she sold it to a passing woman for $900 — and splurged the money on high heels and fan...
The Night in the Dark
When a simple movie run turns into a chilling encounter with the unexpected… will Sam ever feel safe again?
Sam had only planned a quiet night in. The plan was simple—rent a couple of new movies from RedBox and enjoy them with some popcorn. But the night had other ideas.
It was late when he stepped out. The streets were unusually quiet, and the wind whispered through the trees like a warning. The dim streetlights flickered above, barely lighting his path. He walked with his hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched, trying to shake off the uneasiness creeping into his chest. The barking of distant dogs made the silence feel even more threatening.
Suddenly, Sam’s shoe slipped off. Muttering under his breath, he bent down to put it back on. That’s when it happened—his foot brushed against something cold and thick. He froze. The dim light didn’t help, so he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight.
There, slithering quietly through the grass beside him, was a snake.
His heart pounded in his chest. Not waiting to identify the kind or think twice, he stepped back and started walking quickly—almost running—towards his apartment. He didn’t look back until he was inside, door locked and safe. He exhaled shakily. “It’s just a snake,” he told himself. But the feeling of danger clung to him like a second skin.
That night, Sam couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned, feverish and unsettled. Was it the fear? Or something else?
By morning, the fever had subsided, but the memory remained sharp. Trying to return to normal, he watched one of the movies he had rented. As the day went on, things began to feel more distant, like a strange dream.
He decided to go for a walk. The sun was out, and the neighborhood looked friendly again. But just as he passed under a large tree, something dropped onto his shoulder.
Before he could react, the snake had wrapped itself tightly around him. He stumbled, panicked, and tried to tear it off—but the coils squeezed tighter. His vision blurred. Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the snake unwrapped itself and slipped away into the bushes.
When Sam came to, surrounded by neighbors sprinkling water on his face, he could barely speak. “The snake…” he whispered.
They exchanged glances. No one else had seen it. Some nodded politely. Others looked skeptical.
No one believed him.
That night, Sam began packing. He had seen enough. Whatever that thing was, whether it was just a snake—or something more—he didn’t want to find out.
Sometimes, safety isn’t just about where you live. It’s about what you leave behind.
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