Who would have thought such a little thing could have had such horrible consequences?
Damaris pulled a shiny ornament from the box, then looked at it sadly. Of course the first one she pulled out would be one that she and Jeff had chosen together. A silly caricature of an idealized rural church, it had two stereotypical aged hillbillies with raggedy hats and plaid jackets standing hand in hand in front.
“That’ll be us,” Jeff had said. “Old and wrinkled and still in love.” Then he had kissed her.
A tear dropped and splashed on the thin glass. That had been just over a year ago and they had been planning their first Christmas in their new home. After living for years in an apartment they had unexpectedly found the perfect house while on their way to the lake. Jeff had called it a miracle, and it really seemed to be one when suddenly they owned the place within weeks.
Miracle? Damaris thought bitterly. More like a curse. Everything seemed to go wrong once they got into the house.
No. It wasn’t the house that was cursed, it was her.