Curiosity Killed the Cat
I’m a petty thief. I wander around the places where foreigners come to enjoy their vacations. they leave books, pens, towels, and sunglasses, etc., even wallets, sometimes forgetfully or sometimes forcefully if the situation demands.
When I saw a costly book and sunglasses at a very lonely place, and no one around it, I knew someone had left in a hurry.
I was more than happy as I just have to pick it up and go Since no one was there so no dirty tricks. It was an easy job.
I opened the book, just curious to know what it was all about but as soon as I put on the glasses I heard someone whispering ‘Don’t read it, it is cursed.’
But I already had started reading it, it was very interesting and scary too, so I wanted to read more, suddenly I found my body distorting, I tried to shout, no sound came out and I turned in to the heap of sand.
Then I noticed the man looking at me pityingly, he whispered,
‘ I tried to help you, but the problem is one can feel my presence only when one puts on the glasses, and then it’s too late’, then we, both invisible to the world around us saw a man coming to pick up the book.