Many people say that there are no such things as curses, but they are horribly wrong to me.
At least they weren't the ones to receive a cursed artifact from a late uncle of theirs and then having to go through all that misfortune that the object's curse had put them through.
My day started off like any other ordinary day should start.
I had breakfast, I worked from 3:00 PM to 10:00 PM, and I was living an okay life.
Recently, an uncle on my grandfather's side had died of a heart attack and I had to attend his funeral.
Just as I was about to leave the cemetery, I noticed a small box in my car and opened to see what it was.
The components inside consisted of a golden flute my grandfather and my really late uncle had played with at an early age, a note sheet with music, and a note.
When I saw the handwriting, it was all sloppy as if someone had been in too much of a hurry to write anything at all. Must've been my late uncle's?
The note read:
I never knew what was in that flute along time ago, but now I do.
Do not under any circumstance play the godforsaken music on the sheet the flute came with.
If you do not follow the instructions and dispose of the contents, misfortune will fall upon you and the people around you.
See you on the other side,
I would've listened, but curiosity got the better of me.
Before I fell asleep, I played a tune on the flute.
My heart stopped when I saw some sort of smog coming out of the mouthpiece.
Just then, a man in a Zoot suit appeared out of the blue.
Everything seemed pretty normal about him, but the only thing off was that he had music notes for eyes instead of normal eyes.
He whispered, " I am the Tuneless Mafioso. Play my tune and death will come soon."
I tried my best to fend the unknown entity off, but misfortune had already fallen upon me as I slip away into insanity.
I woke up in the mental ward and kept complaining about there being a flute playing ever since then.