James was in grade 4 and he was eager to join
band. His mom bought him a shiny used
flute. After the first day of band, he
came home and played for his mother and father.
His mom said, “That was excellent, James but I am not
feeling well.”
“Get well soon, mom,” said James.
Coincidentally, the following week, his band teacher,
Mr. Hemmingway got sick. Then his dad
got a cold.
Soon, the kids in band were not showing up for
school. Ben ran a high fever and Stacey
got hives that itched and burned.
James discovered that whoever listened to the music
from his flute became cursed with sickness.
He went to the town witch and shakily told her about the situation.
“I will do whatever I can to help,” the witch
said. But she tricked him and put a
worse curse on the flute. Whoever
already heard it or hears it in the future would die a slow and painful
death. James mournfully sobbed as the
effect took its toll on his mom as she slowly died. Her last words were “It’s not your
fault.”
When she died, James realized that he had been tricked
and vowed vengeance on the wicked witch.
James went to the witch’s house and through the window
he saw the flickering fire in the fireplace.
He knocked on the door. At the
door, the witch let out a petrifying shriek when James took out his flute and
played one last time. She clutched her
throat and gasped for air. She fell to
the ground and died.
A police officer heard the shriek and went to the
witch’s house. By that time James was
already gone. In the house, he saw the
dead witch.
The officer radioed the station and told them about
the dead body. As he was about leave, he
looked in the fireplace and saw a shiny flute.
He picked it up and said, “Hmm. I
could give this flute to my son. He will
be in band next year,”
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