The picture itself also worried me. At times I could have sworn the woman was in a different position. One night, I'd gotten up from bed to get a glass of water. I glanced at the picture quickly, and a jolt shot through my body. I froze where I was, one foot lifted off the ground, my eyes opening wide. The woman in the picture was turned around, looking straight at me, a smile bringing up the corners of her mouth. She reached out a hand to me, and I found it impossible to run. Her fingers brushed my forehead, then returned to it. I shivered at the cold feeling her fingers left.
A chill spread through my body, centering in the area of my stomach.
"my child will live," The woman stated.
I passed out.
When I woke, the event seemed like a dream to me. I glanced at the picture and a chill took hold of me. The woman in the picture looked thinner.
When my mother woke I told her to get rid of the picture. She just laughed.
"You musn't let silly tales get to you," She laughed.
"What tales?" I demanded
"About the picture. You konw how the lady died while modeling for it? Some people believe that the picture is cursed, and that her spirit is attached to it." She grew distant for a second. "You know what's funny, now that I think about it? She was pregnant when she died, but on the chance on saving the child, they opened her up, and the baby wasn't there." She shrugged. "Her body must have somehow absorbed it." Chuckling softly, she moved to the kitchen and started to make breakfast.
As the aroma of cooking bacon reached my nose, I bolted for the bathroom and threw up.
As the days went by, I was rapidly gaining weight, and the woman in the picture was growing thinner. Within two weeks I looked as pregnant as the woman had used to look. The woman now looked very thin, no hint of a pregnancy in the picture.
My mother took me to the doctor, and he confirmed that I was pregnant. Eight and a half months along. The news sent me into a fit of hysterics, and it took them twenty minutes to calm me down. Shaking, I returned home with my mother, and fearfully awaited the birth of the child, which was not my own, growing in my womb.
Ok, This is one that i wrote back in high school. It was, like the war one, an assignment where we had to look at a picture and write something about that picture for ten minutes. this was written a long time ago. hehe.
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