It's funny how siblings can bring out the mischievous side in us, isn't it? I gave my sister those 'cursed' objects as a playful nod to our shared love for horror stories. We grew up watching 'The Conjuring' and reading 'Goosebumps,' so handing her a creepy doll or a faux haunted mirror felt like an inside joke. She'd dramatically gasp, then laugh, knowing it was just another way to keep our childhood nostalgia alive.
But there’s also a deeper layer—those objects became tokens of our bond. Every time she fake-complained about them, it reminded me how much we’ve always enjoyed thrilling each other. Whether it’s spooky tales or harmless pranks, those moments feel like tiny adventures. Maybe the 'curse' was just my way of keeping our connection alive, one shiver at a time.