It all started long ago with a simple song or curse. The song went "the hour glass, the hour glass, flip it over and wait. Wait, wait, wait. Wait for your fate."

It was a normal September Wednesday at the theater when my father was called up to flip the hour glass. Then the play was over.

I was walking out and the lights flickered and then went out. The hour glass was empty. Strange smoke and greenish slime filled the room. The air was dark and heavy. Ever since then, strange phenomenas has been happening to me.

One of my descendents bought an hour glass and flipped it over. Voices were heard singing the same song of the fateful night at the play. Green slime and smoke oozed out of the clocks in the wall. Then it vanished.

But, one Wednesday in September one relative will fall down dead, and the police would find smoke and green slime on the ground.

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