A Voodoo Dolls Revenge

Ahmed leaned against the counter, his impatience palpable. The convenience store was empty except for the old lady shuffling down the narrow aisle. Her silver hair framed a face etched with wisdom, and her eyes held secrets from centuries past. She moved slowly, examining each item as if it held the key to her existence.

“Can I help you find something?” Ahmed’s tone was curt, his annoyance evident. The old lady smiled, revealing teeth stained with age.

“Just browsing,” she replied, her voice a gentle whisper. “It’s a beautiful Tuesday, isn’t it?”

Ahmed scoffed. “Beautiful? It’s just another day.”

The old lady’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. She paid for her small bag of groceries and left, her presence lingering like an ancient spell.

That night, Ahmed returned home, exhausted from his shift. The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the room. As he undressed, he noticed a small figure on his dresser—a voodoo doll. Its threadbare fabric bore the unmistakable features of the old lady: silver hair, wrinkled skin, and eyes that seemed to pierce his soul.

He laughed, dismissing it as a prank. But when he lay down to sleep, the doll’s eyes glowed crimson. Pain shot through his chest, as if invisible needles pierced his heart. He gasped, unable to move, and watched in horror as the doll danced on its own accord.

“Cherokee magic,” the old lady’s voice echoed in his mind. “You’ll never look at us the same way again.”

The doll twisted and contorted, mimicking Ahmed’s agony. He begged for mercy, but the pain intensified. His breaths grew shallow, and darkness closed in.

When morning came, Ahmed woke, drenched in sweat. The voodoo doll lay still, its eyes now lifeless. He stumbled to the mirror, his reflection a ghastly sight. Wrinkles etched his face, silver strands replaced his dark hair, and his eyes held ancient knowledge.

From that day on, Ahmed treated everyone with kindness, regardless of their background. He knew the old lady’s curse had changed him forever. And as he tended to the convenience store, he wondered if redemption was possible—even for a man who had once been so cruel.

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