Samantha

I stopped in the hallway. There was lots of commotion downstairs. It was dark, then random spots of light. All I heard was glass breaking and Allen's wolfish roar.

"Hmm." I thought. "This is the first time he's controlled the wolf form. I hope he's okay."

I turned, and instead of going downstairs, I went to my room. It looked just like it did when I left at the age of 19. Basically, it looked like a 7 year old lived in it. My cute princess bed, all white with poles on each side that almost reach the ceiling. The pink curtains draped around it that I kept knocking down when I was younger.

Everything in this room made my heart ache. I just a beautiful white vanity mirror just like my mother's, and the dresser was filled with toys, love letters and pictures of boys I used to like. I didn't use it for clothes because we conjured up whatever we wanted. I opened the dresser and picked up some of the pictures. I remembered all of these kids from elementary school.

I didn't use magic for love. I learned from Donna's mistakes. She did it constantly when we were younger, and something bad always happened to boys she fell in love with. After a while, boys stopped talking to her. If she hexed one of them, their friends would literally beat them to save them from Donna.

"That girl is bad luck, get away from her!" They screamed. That's how I manifested my powers in the first place. I had to protect my entire school from Donna.

But Donna was a grade higher than me, which made things difficult. At one point, I got in trouble for having too many absences. I had to tell my parents that I was missing school to stop Donna from killing her classmates. I kept a little charm bracelet that showed me what Donna was doing at all times.

I picked it up off my bed. It had frog, dog, cat, and mouse charms, with a big circular mirror in the center. Before I charmed it, the mirror would change colors depending on my mood. After I charmed it, it showed what Donna was doing from a third person perspective, like a camera above her head.

Enough of this. There was no reason to keep clinging to the past. But still, for some reason, I pocketed the bracelet. There was another loud scream from Allen, a big crashing sound, and the whole house shook.

I hadn't seen or heard any sign of Donna. Maybe she decided to seek out the necklace instead of destroying everything. That didn't matter though. If I didn't get rid of this place, it would hunt me for the rest of my life. I summoned all the remaining energy in me. It had started to replenish itself, so I had more power than I did when Donna through me on the glass table downstairs.

I called on all my energy, and willed it to take form. My body glowed red, the color you see if you cover a flashlight with your hand. I pressed my hand to the wall. Tears started to fall down my face, and I spoke one word.

"Burn."

Audrey

The door slowly closed after Samantha walked out. I breathed deeply and turned to the mirror.

In the cracks, I could see everyone. I saw that boy, Allen, fighting the malevolence downstairs.

I saw Donna, in her old room, hugging her little girl, crying, and giving her instructions. I saw my baby girl, Sam, in her room, gazing at old memories. There was no need for me to continue. This is my future. Everything right here.

One by one, more cracks appeared in the mirror till it completely shattered. I closed my eyes, and let everything in the room dissolve.

Allen

I was getting sick of this curse. I had so much brain damage I was sure there were literal chandeliers floating around my head. When I looked up, I saw that there were only four chandeliers left. Meanwhile, I had just about destroyed everything in this beautiful living room, including the couch. The curse just stopped speaking a few minutes ago, and weird whistling and crackling sounds were the only thing I had to notify me of when it was going to attack.

I looked around, and I didn't know what else to attack, besides the walls. The whispering voice went quiet after I started dodged the chandeliers properly. I heard a sharp clicking sound, so I turned around.  I decided to destroy the front door, then I was going to destroy the stairs. I ran for the door, and 2 chandeliers almost dropped on me. 2 left. I made a mental note of this while I sprang for the door. I punched it as hard as I could, and my fist got stuck in the door.

Tendrils of fire creeped up my right arm. I yanked back, and more of door broke when I got my arm free. I slammed my arm against the wall, trying to beat off the flames. It worked, but barely. My arm was badly burned, my nerves were on edge, and my skin was screaming.

The burns went all the way up to my shoulder, and it had actually turned my arm human. The rest of myself remained wolfish, but my arm was slightly smaller than the rest of me. I was surprised it wasn't smaller. I had gotten buffer during all the things we've experienced.

I got distracted, and for a second I was able to feel the burns on my arm. I let out a scream so loud, so inhuman and disgusting it made my flesh crawl. And that didn't feel good, cause my flesh was already burning.

I tried to focus on the animal instincts. While in beast mode, I barely felt anything.

"I bet that stung, you dumb dog."

The voice returned, and cackled after it taunted me.

I drew short, quick breaths, and charged back to the living room. I headed for the stairs, and one of the last two chandeliers started to fall. I jumped up, maybe about ten feet in the air, and grabbed the chandelier. I threw it into the wall, and jumped off the wall onto the steps.

Starting at the top, I started pounded and crushing each one, watching ghostly white light emerge from all the stuff I destroyed.

Donna

"But it hasn't even been that long." My little girl cried.

"I don't want to go back, I want to stay with you."

She was making this so hard for me. We didn't even have much time left. "Listen, do you hear me? Just listen." My voice was cracking, I had to pause between words. My heart was hurting, I felt like I was gonna be sick. "Everything will be okay. I love you, I want to protect you, and I want to watch over you, but I don't have long. There's nothing I can do to change what's about to happen. But I promise you, my sister will look after you. She knows best.

Samantha

I don't know how much time passed by as I waited in that room. I don't know why I stayed in there for so long, watching my hold childhood turn to ash. But I did it anyway. I stayed till there was nothing left to burn but the paint on the walls. I stayed until ashes surrounded my feet. I stayed until I could only breathe in smoke and pure heat.

Afterwards, turned and made the door crumble with my powers, since everything else was too hot to touch. As I looked into the hallway, everything was cracking crumbling and rumbling. The starting point was my mother's room. I tried not to focus on that, or any of the other tragedies.

The hallway was filling with smoke too. Pretty soon, everything would be on fire. I was about to run towards my mother's room... But I knew in my heart she wouldn't want to be saved.

The only door not affected by the cracks was the one leading to my sister's room. Maybe Donna was praying. Maybe she was trying to save some of her possessions. I almost wanted to open the door and tell her nothing could be saved, but that wouldn't be a good idea.

She's suffered through so much. This curse happened because my family used magic to get  everything we wanted, but Donna never got what she wanted. She never got to have a family of her own. No husband, no children, no grandchildren. That's why they wanted me to continue the family. They knew it was impossible for Donna.

I decided to leave her be. She'd have to appear again sooner or later. I put my hand to the wall, and dragged my fingers as I walked. Each finger created a trail of fire. I did it until I reached my mother's room, then I turned towards the stairs. Or what used to be the stairs. The stairs had been completely wrecked, and staring up at me, breathing heavily, was a charbroiled Allen. His right arm looked like barbecue on a stick. There were burns like giant cigarette burns all over his wolfish humanoid form, and his eyes weren't wolfish like they were supposed to be. They were human.

"Are you okay? What happened to you?" I asked, unable to get closer. Even if I could've gotten closer, I don't think I had enough magic right now to heal those injuries. "Grrr, irrr, rahhh." He replied. I guess the wolf man form couldn't speak. "Don't worry, I'll find a way down."

Teleporting would've used a lot more magic, but I see any other option. He growled again, and used his good arm, the left, to point at the balcony.

I moved towards it, unsure what he was referring to, when he jumped up and grabbed onto the balcony with his bad arm. He whimpered, and his eyes softened. "No!" I cried. "Why would you-" Before I could finish, his left arm grabbed me and he let go of the rail. When he dropped down, I got a glimpse of the havoc he wreaked on our living room.

Donna

"When this ends, I'm going to give you a gift, okay?" She wasn't crying anymore. I had her on my knee, and her head rested on my breast. I was bouncing her up down to comfort her.

"What type of gift?" She whimpered squeezing one of my hands with her little fingers.

Allen

After I grabbed Samantha and dropped down, I saw it. The curse just finally taken form again, but not as their father. This time, it was Sam's mother, and instead of being realistic like it was last time, it was shadowy and transparent.

I wanted to tell Sam about the apparition, but my voice didn't seem to work in this form.

"This is my last warning." The spectral figure spoke. "Get out of here or I'll destroy this house and everything in it!"

Sam leaped out of my arms, probably because my right arm looked disgusting, and laughed.

"You'll destroy this house? We've already been doing that!" She pointed upwards towards the second floor, where we could easily see bright light from the flames and smoke.

I was kind of ticked off at the ghost's statement though. "What did you think I was doing when I was tearing this room apart? I was obviously trying to destroy everything. I wasn't playing keep away with some retarded ghost."

The curse, or Sam's mother, gave me an ugly look. " I can't believe Samantha let trash like you enter our house. I lunged for the specter, and was surprised I actually grabbed it. I tried to choke it, but since it had no need to breathe it just looked at me evilly.

"Hold it still," Sam demanded me. She raised her  to destroy it, but wavered. I was about to ask what's wrong and then I remembered. If there phantom had taken the form of Sam's mother, that must mean she...

"Sam," I said. "If you can't do it, we'll find another-"

The ghost let out a wailing scream. My fist was glowing purple, and it extended to the ghost, making it's body disintegrate into particles of white light.