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Posted By Susan Bernhardt
Walking by the booths at the pumpkin festival, Andrea and her 
friends chatted about the Halloween party that evening. As they 
passed a grey haired gypsy-looking woman selling jewelry, a 
necklace caught Andrea's eye. 

Andrea stopped in her tracks. "Look at that ornate Celtic 
necklace, the one the old witch is selling. It'd be perfect for my 
costume."

"Quiet, she'll hear you," Marla said.

"She's petting a black cat for goodness sakes. What else would you 
call her?" Kerry said and laughed. 

They walked over to the old woman's velvet draped table. Racks of 
jewery stood between lit candles at each end. The old woman looked 
up and intently watched the girls. She wore a pashmina wrap around 
her shoulders. Her weather-beaten, creased face contorted, 
revealing a toothless smile. "Would you like one of my necklaces?"

Andrea picked up the alluring pewter necklace and put it on. Then 
she said, "Oh look, Marla, over there, those batiqued dresses." 
She started walking away.

"Young lady, young lady," the old woman cackled, "You forgot to 
pay for the necklace. Twenty dollars, please."

"Andrea, get back here," Marla called out.

"For this old piece of junk. I thought you were giving them away." 
She looked over at Kerry and smirked. "You asked if I would like 
one." Andrea threw the necklace down on the table.

The old woman looked hard at Andrea. Reaching under the table, she 
brought out a glass case that contained a stunning, crystal 
necklace. "This necklace shines like the stars in the sky. It has 
much magic and brings its owner, everything they deserve."

Andrea picked up the necklace. It was beautiful and had a great 
sparkle. She put it on. How much?"

"For you, five dollars."

Andrea nudged Kerry and they took off running into the crowds, 
laughing.
 
Marla pulled five dollars out of her purse and plunked it down. 
"Sorry." She ran to catch up with her friends. "You swiped it," 
she said. "I can't believe you, Andrea." 

Kerry and Andrea rolled their eyes. "Oh, grow up," Andrea said. 
She and Kerry continued talking about who they thought would be at 
the party. Marla lagged behind. They came up to a caramel apple 
stand. Andrea grabbed one as she walked by. 

That evening Andrea stood at the mirror admiring her new crystal 
necklace. The moonlight shown through her bedroom window, making 
it sparkle. She remembered what the old woman had said about the 
necklace being magical. She deserved to have it.

At the party, Andrea started flirting with Kerry's boyfriend. When 
Kerry went into the kitchen to get a drink, Andrea and Todd 
decided to take it upstairs into an empty bedroom. While Todd was 
on top of her, Andrea started screaming, a bloodcurdling scream. 
She felt a tightness constrict her neck. Her screams stopped 
abruptly. Todd glanced down and saw the crystals of the necklace 
glowing, reflecting moonlight around the room, burning his eyes. 
He got up, made it to the door, and stumbled downstairs blinded. 
"Call 9-1-1!"

When the cops arrived the crystal necklace lie loose around 
Andrea's red swollen neck. Todd was taken into custody on 
suspicion of murder. Still unable to see, he was led away.

A few weeks after Andrea's funeral, Kerry came over to visit with 
Andrea's mom. They were both having a hard time with the death. 
They went up to Andrea's room and sat for a while trying to find 
comfort. When the phone rang and Andrea's mom left to answer it, 
Kerry spotted the crystal necklace lying on the dresser, and 
slipped it into her purse.

A week later Kerry was found strangled in a park. She had been 
returning home, on a moonlit evening, from a friend's home. Her 
body was taken to the morgue, her clothing and personal articles 
sent to lockup in the police station for evidence. 

A young police officer checking in the articles in the evidence 
log, saw the beautiful, dazzling necklace. He looked around and 
quickly put it in his pocket. His first anniversary was coming up 
in about a month. It would make a lovely gift for his wife.
							
 

 

 
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