"I saw you! What have you done with my precious dog!" The old lady who lived two blocks away, snarled at the little girl, filled with so much anger. Holding the girl by her shirt, keeping her from getting away.
The girl's eyes got wide with fear and confusion, she didn't know what the old lady was talking about. She didn't have any idea about such a dog, or anything to do about the old lady or, the whole lot of her neighborhood. She didn't even once stop at her house or anywhere in their neighboring houses who always gives her queer looks. They didn't like her and she didn't care not until the old lady accused her of something she didn't know.
"I...I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't do anything to your dog!" The kid kept yelling wanting to get away from the old lady. Though she was in pain, the kid was more concerned with hurting the fragile lady. If she kicked harder, she might break the old lady's bones. So instead, she resulted in pleading, "Please, let me go. I don't know what you're talking about...Please? I just wanna go home." The kid cried and cried but the old lady wouldn't hear any of it.
The old lady was angry; infuriated, to say the least. The dog was her only companion, the son she never had. To her, the love she gave it couldn't be compared to anything, then out of a sudden, it died due to an unknown cause. But she knew, no matter what the girl said, she knew that it was her. She killed her lovely son. She didn't know how the kid have done it but it was her; the cursed kid.
The old lady saw her that night while she had been on her routine sightseeing behind her curtains in the upper room. The kid was lurking in the dark shadows, doing something she didn't know but the looks on the kid's eyes when it caught her looking made the hairs on her back stand in ovation. Fear, utter fear was what she felt.
The kid kept crying to get away from her grip but she wouldn't give in to it; a bad kid needs to be punished.
The old lady held up her hand, aiming to slap the kid but then...
"Ahhh!" The old lady shouted. A cold hand grabbed both of her legs. She almost went down on her butt, thanked god the kid helped her.
"Sorry. I didn't do anything to your dog but I'm sorry for whatever it was you think I did." The kid shouted running away from the old lady. The old lady could have grabbed her but she let her go away. She was bad luck, a devil's kid.
Angrily, the old lady walked reluctantly inside her house; double locking all the doors. She couldn't be safer, it was getting darker. Things were hiding behind the trees. She could feel it.
The girl woke up with wailing sounds. She runs down the stairs to see her dad peering outside from their door. With her curiosity, she went to her dad's side, "What's going on?"
Her dad looked down at her. "The old fat lady with those polka dot dresses, they found her dead. One of the neighbors smelled her rotting corpse. She had been dead for a week." What her dad said gave her chills. The encounter with the old lady a week ago played repeatedly in her mind.
Author's Notes: I'm kind of falling in love with this kind of narration. Anyhow thanks for reading. Love you all guys.