Wickedly Twisted

Deep in the Massachusetts woods, there is a sculpture of a dancer, poised in a twisted pose. It is a beautiful sunbathed landscape in shades of blues, lavenders and pale green, a heavenly sight just before dawn and as a prelude to the approaching dark of nights. A lake with the bluest water flows all around, where butterflies play and rare birds come to drink.

This entire area was built by the very successful Reesha, a celebrated and well know Museum owner and Curator. She had risen from obscurity to become an overnight sensation in the art world.

In the backdrop of this blue splendor, a modest cabin can be seen, if one peers inquisitively through the well-spaced trees and lovely floral blossoms.

Once long ago, this cabin had been a little get-away for the Flowers family, a home away from home. Not far from this cabin, hidden by a grove of trees, was a large stone slab. If you swiped your finger far enough under this slab, you might just find globs of red gooey liquid stuck to those fingers. It would be...Blood.

Ten years ago the entire family, except for Reesha, had, without any apparent explanation, just disappeared from the face of the earth. Everyone searched for years, the authorities looked high and low, they even dug up the soil around both the Flowers house and the cabin. Nothing. They finally gave up, closed the case as 'missing persons, unsolved case'. Reesha eventually moved on with her life.

Reesha had been sixteen when she found the small ancient looking book hidden behind a loose brick in the attic. It appeared to be a book of primitive magic, a Grimoire of sorts. Only it did not contain spells and potions, it had a recipe to obtaining riches beyond your wildest dreams. Only, you could not be greedy, you will have to make blood sacrifices, but only the sacrifice of that which you truly loved. The stone alter in the forest would be used for her offering, according to the book. She pondered what she could possibly love enough to sacrifice.

Reesha had no pets, so next day she caught a rabbit and sat on a large stone with it in her lap for an hour or so.

"Ok rabbit. I think that I love you now". The poor creature squirmed as she picked it up by the scruff of its neck, walked to the slab and plunged a knife into its heart without hesitation. Then she buried it, walked to the store and bought a lottery ticket.

She won a hundred dollars. Reesha was not happy at all.

She waited until her family was asleep that night, took her bow and arrow, shot a deer in its legs, dragged it to the alter and finished it off.

She won five hundred dollars.

Two days later her step-mother disappeared.

Reesha won one hundred thousand dollars. She dressed herself to look older and opened up bank accounts at three different banks.

When her youngest sister, a dancer whom she loved dearly, she told everyone, also disappeared, her father and authorities, fearing for their lives, were ordered police protection. They were watched around the clock for a whole year. Nothing happened. The police were recalled.

During that time, Reesha chronicled her entire escapade, she hid the book and the ancient text inside the wall of the cabin in the woods.

A month later, her father disappeared, Reesha told everyone that he had gone to Mexico to grieve alone.

She won ten million dollars in the national lottery draw. Six months later she opened up her very modern very beautiful Museum of art and antiquities.

She could never keep a proper relationship going, her partners kept disappearing. She was an ice queen, one of her suitors had told his friend. Reesha imported the best of everything from all over the world. Her business thrived.

One day Reesha entered the cabin, she opened a bottle of half finished wine and dusted a fine powdered mist inside.

On the weekend she came with her latest beau, she drank from her wine bottle, seduced her beau onto the stone and ended him. Then she felt dizzy herself and lost consciousness.

Reesha opened her eyes long enough to see the knife descending towards her heart. She felt the searing pain and her lights were extinguished.

Monday morning, Reesha was a tad earlier than usual to open up the Museum and gallery. If one looked very closely, they would notice a tiny birth mark just below her left ear. This differentiates one sister from the other.

Reesha never listened closely when her father had told her that she had a twin. Her real mother had taken her and disappeared when they were babies.

Aurorra was now the new Reesha.

She had found the books in the cabin. How could one not love their own twin sister?

The Beginning.

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