Chantelle always had the aura of mystery around her. She claimed to have extra-sensory powers; fortune telling, being a medium, knowledge of magic, and so on.
Catherine, Chantelle’s older sister was doubtful such powers existed, and if they did, that Chantelle had special access to them.
Stunningly beautiful with long, flowing curls and a perfect figure, Catherine dated the most handsome boys at her junior college. She lived at home, although hated sharing a room with her sister, a high- schooler, and made no secret about it.
Chantelle was growing tired of her sister’s wrath. Why didn’t Catherine move out and leave her alone? The high school student vowed to make her older sister see the light.
One night, Chantelle lit her candles and incense, and played eerie music while her sister went to sleep. She then busied herself applying heavy actor’s make-up to Catherine’s face. Fortunately, Catherine slept deeply. Soon, the sleeping beauty sported warts, pimples, scars, and a jagged hairdo.
As Catherine stirred a bit, Chantelle began chanting some magic spells. She hadn’t been successful at getting them to work yet … but Catherine didn’t know that.
Catherine bolted upright upon hearing her sister, and saw her hovering by the bed.
After running to the bathroom, Catherine gave a blood-curdling scream when she looked in the mirror.
Chantelle ducked as Catherine picked up the gleaming knife.
Chantelle heard, “I must kill you.”
Then she felt the blood …
from Catherine’s self-inflicted wound …
spray her face.
