The Curse
Chapter 1
"Hey Sam! Nice work out there today!" Someone called from across the room.
"Thanks!" Sam called back.
Sam's hockey team had just gotten a big win to secure a spot in the leagues playoffs. They were the first team that year to do so, meaning that they were in 1st place in the entire league.
As the players trickled out of the room, calling goodnight to their teammates, Sam took his time getting changed.
He was finished showering and ready to leave half an hour later, as the last of his teammates called goodnight to him, and left.
The door closed with a loud thunk, and Sam jumped.
It was just the door. He told himself. There is no need to worry.
He didn't understand why he was so jumpy. Maybe it was because of the player on the other team who had threatened to knock him out on the ice.
He picked up his hockey bag, and took one last look around the room. There was a stick sitting in the very corner of the room. He walked over, and examined it.
Nobody was in the arena now, so someone must have forgotten it.
I'll take it home, and bring it to practice tomorrow. I'll see if anyone claims it then. He told himself.
Hoisting his bag over one shoulder, and the stick over the other, he marched out of the dressing room, and down the long, barely lit hallway. At one point, he though he saw a shadow in the darkness, but he waved it off. It couldn't be. There was nobody else in the building.
He made it to the other end of the hallway, and pushed his way through the doors, into the parking lot, the stick securely over his shoulder.
"Thanks!" Sam called back.
Sam's hockey team had just gotten a big win to secure a spot in the leagues playoffs. They were the first team that year to do so, meaning that they were in 1st place in the entire league.
As the players trickled out of the room, calling goodnight to their teammates, Sam took his time getting changed.
He was finished showering and ready to leave half an hour later, as the last of his teammates called goodnight to him, and left.
The door closed with a loud thunk, and Sam jumped.
It was just the door. He told himself. There is no need to worry.
He didn't understand why he was so jumpy. Maybe it was because of the player on the other team who had threatened to knock him out on the ice.
He picked up his hockey bag, and took one last look around the room. There was a stick sitting in the very corner of the room. He walked over, and examined it.
Nobody was in the arena now, so someone must have forgotten it.
I'll take it home, and bring it to practice tomorrow. I'll see if anyone claims it then. He told himself.
Hoisting his bag over one shoulder, and the stick over the other, he marched out of the dressing room, and down the long, barely lit hallway. At one point, he though he saw a shadow in the darkness, but he waved it off. It couldn't be. There was nobody else in the building.
He made it to the other end of the hallway, and pushed his way through the doors, into the parking lot, the stick securely over his shoulder.
