I tried to run, but he called after me. My mother tried to stop him, but he was unstoppable. He caught me, and I… crumbled.

Now it’s all over. If we get married, the bad luck will never cease. Our children will be dumber than the Dicken’s (oh wait, he was smart). Well, they will have troubles that follow them wherever they go. We are cursed! Oh god Billy, how could you do this to us?

And what did he want?

He wanted to make sure that I was happy! Of all things!

What did he think? What made him think anything else!!

Everything was good until he showed his blasted, handsome face in my kitchen window.

See, looking in the rearview mirror, my eyes are going to be all swollen. Oh, it’s ruined!

As she touches her eyes, assessing the puff, she is unaware that fifteen feet ahead is the end of the road, and her bloated body will be found days later in the swampy waters after she braked hard and flew through the windshield, into a pool of water six inches deep. No, the windshield did not kill her, her face laying in the shallow water is what killed her, but what did her in was her belief in superstition.