Brooksville Monologue

CURSED When a series of murders haunt the city of Brooksville, Michael is the one who is affected the most. All his loved ones are the target. Will he be able to protect them from this curse? Chapter one “She is dead, Michael.”
She was the fourth. Millie Thompson was my friend. She is no more now.
She died an hour ago, they said. It was like the ones before. Even she died with a rose in her hand. Black rose, with thons and feathers intricately arranged with it like a bouquet. The deaths were disturbing now. Each died in a very different way but yet, everything was the same. The same rose, the same raven feathers and the same people. My people. My friends and family. I had once thought that this was just a coincidence but not after today.
“What happened?? Did u see anything, Ray?”
“She was just sitting there, mike. It feels like forever but, it was just yesterday that I thought about when I had last kissed her. Now, I cannot even feel her anymore.” He broke into sobs as I held on, hoping that one day, he might find himself and
Sullivan, a noted occult and mythology specialist. He then translated the inscription for me. The translation chilled my core. Heaviness sank to the pit of my stomach. I felt tied down. The translation was a summoning. ‘Come maoa-vae, for his heart must die. Summon his death, ifrnawie, for tears of blood he shall cry.’
That was the night my uncle, Mr.grundy, died of a mysterious heart attack. On the scene, nothing suspicious was found, except a black rose at the edge of the headboard, with intricate thorns and raven feathers. Mrs.grundy, his wife, had been broken. She would not speak to anyone except my mom and her sister. She went on talking about ghouls and ravens descending, about souls and death. And seeing that made me realize how foolish I had