I Went Berserk After My Jinx-Mouthed Daughter Cursed Me

My daughter had a jinx mouth.

The first word she ever spoke as a baby was die.

At the time, no one thought much of it, but the next day, her grandpa was hit by a big truck and killed.

When she started kindergarten, the second thing she said was: The snow by the door is red.

My mother-in-law went downstairs for a walk and was hit on the head by a flowerpot falling from upstairs.

Blood flowed everywhere, staining the white snow red.

My husband broke down and wanted to abandon our daughter.

Then she said her third sentence: "Daddy, watch out for cars."

My husband was so scared he didn't dare leave the house, but he tripped over a toy car in the living room, suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died on the spot.

I cried and begged her to shut her mouth, to stop cursing her own family.

But she looked indifferent, without a shred of guilt.

"Mommy, stay away from fire."

I completely broke down and stepped onto the rooftop on New Year's Eve.

I didn't want to burn to death, so I chose my own way to die.

But as I jumped, someone below was setting off fireworks.

The brilliant fireworks exploded around me, tearing me apart.

I fell to my death amid the crowd's screams.

My daughter stood on the rooftop, watching me expressionlessly.

Even in death, I couldn't figure out why the daughter I'd cherished so much would curse our whole family.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my daughter first learned to speak.

This time, I finally understood what her jinx mouth was all about!

...

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my one-year-old daughter pointing at her grandpa and babbling: "Die."

At first, no one reacted.

Grandpa was still teasing her affectionately: "What did our little Nora say? Call me Grandpa, and I'll give you a big red envelope!"

But she kept a straight little face and repeated: "Die."

A wave of fear and anger surged through me, and I quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't say that word! How can you wish death on Grandpa?"

With her mouth covered, my daughter struggled uncomfortably.

She wailed, her face turning red.

Grandpa quickly intervened: "She's just learning to talk. Why are you getting so upset?"

I pursed my lips, my body trembling uncontrollably.

"Dad, she's cursing you!"

Grandpa paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Don't be ridiculous. She's so young. How could she possibly understand what 'die' means."

I didn't know how to explain, so I just warned him to be careful when going out lately, especially around cars.

He said he understood, but clearly didn't take it seriously.

I repeated the warning to my husband, Ben, but he laughed it off as me overreacting.

He looked at Nora tenderly and said she was his lucky star, not some jinx.

He even comforted me: "Anna, are you dealing with postpartum anxiety? Maybe take a break and let my parents watch her for a bit?"

A jolt of alarm went through me. I shook my head immediately.

No. What if she cursed someone else when I was not around?

But I clung to a sliver of hope that maybe the previous events were just coincidences.

For the next few days, I didn't let Grandpa go out, and I even put away all the toy cars in the house, fearing a repeat of what happened to Ben before.

After being cooped up for days, Grandpa couldn't take it anymore: "I'm just going for a stroll in the garden downstairs. Stop fussing!"

I begged him a thousand times not to go near any cars.

But he still had an accident.

He slipped while going down the stairs, tumbling all the way and smashing his head right on a nail.

Grandpa died on the spot.

When the ambulance arrived, they just told us to contact the funeral home.

My mother-in-law knelt beside him, sobbing uncontrollably: "How could you leave so soon? What am I supposed to do without you?"

But her ever-kind husband could no longer hear her.

Ben rushed back from work, his eyes red with grief.

Yet he stayed composed, contacting relatives to prepare for the funeral.

I held our innocent daughter, overwhelmed by guilt and self-blame.

But Nora looked so naive, as if nothing had happened.

I pinched her cheek to make her look at me: "Nora, tell Mommy why? Why did you say that word?"

"I'm begging youwhy did you have to curse Grandpa?"

But she couldn't answer, and the pinching made her wail in discomfort.

Ben heard the cries and quickly took her from me.

He frowned and glared: "It was just an accident. It has nothing to do with Nora!"

My nose stung with tears. I wished more than anything it wasn't her fault.

But Grandpa was undeniably dead!

From then on, I stopped talking to Nora and forbade anyone else from speaking to her.

Ben didn't understand and suggested I might have mental issues, while my mother-in-law held her and scolded me.

"Anna, your father-in-law's death was an accident. How can you blame it on the child?"

Nora played with her rattle, flashing me an innocent smile.

But I couldn't help shivering.

I didn't know how to avoid her curses, so I kept reminding the family over and over.

For years, everything was peaceful.

I almost forgot about the curses.

Until that day, when Nora watched TV and said her second sentence: "The snow by the door is red."

My heart hammered. I rushed downstairs and swept the snow at the entrance clean.

Now let's see how the curse came true!

But then Ben's call came in urgently, his voice choked with tears: "Honey, hurry to the apartment entranceMom, Mom's in trouble!"

I locked Nora in the house with shaking hands.

When I sprinted to the gate, I found my mother-in-law lying in a pool of blood, the salt she'd bought scattered like glistening snow under the sun...

Nora's curse had come true again!

My mother-in-law was killed by a car running a red light, but I had no heart left to listen to the driver's apologies.

I couldn't let Nora curse our family anymore.

I gripped the thing in my pocket tightly and turned back home.

Nora sat like a statue watching TV, turning her head stiffly when she heard me call her name.

"Grandma's dead. Don't you have anything to say about that?"

She shook her head, neither crying nor fussing.

But I only felt chilled to the bone. Grandma had worked so hard to raise her, and now the old lady was gone, yet she showed no sadness at all!

I grabbed her shoulders in a rage: "What exactly do you want? Did our family owe you in a past life?"

"Why do you have to curse your own family?"

Nora's mouth twisted, and she burst into tears: "Mommy, you're hurting me!"

I froze, loosening my grip, and for the first time, I felt a hint of humanity in her.

Otherwise, I'd think she was really a demon come to claim lives.

"Nora, promise me you'll never curse your family again, okay?"

But her gaze shifted past me, toward the door behind.

Ben had just returned from dropping off his mom at the funeral home, his face ashen.

Nora spoke again: "Daddy, you need to watch out for cars too."

I was stunned, then fury boiled over, and I slapped her across the face.

"Why do you insist on cursing us? Do you want to kill Mommy and Daddy?"

I'd never hit her before. She clutched her cheek and wailed loudly.

Ben's heart shattered.

He scooped her up and roared at me: "Anna, can't you give me a break? What can a little child possibly do?"

"If you'd been more considerate of Mom, she wouldn't have gone out in the snow to buy groceries!"

A lump formed in my throat.

"Fine, if you don't believe me, just ignore it!"

Ben grabbed a few clothes and headed to the car to go buy a cemetery plot.

But as soon as he reached the parking lot, I regretted it.

With both his parents gone, I couldn't bear to lose him too!

Ben, still angry perhaps, didn't pick up my calls.

I tried for half an hour before getting through.

His voice came through, terrified: "Honey, I was wrong. Nora really is a jinx. The brakes failed. Come save me quick!"

By the time I got him to the hospital, the doctor said saving his life would require amputation.

I nodded immediately.

As long as he lived, that was what mattered.

But when Nora saw her dad lying in the hospital bed, her expression remained blank.

Her coldness chilled even Ben to the bone.

I resented it. This child was selfish, only ever considering herself, only crying for herself.

I even secretly took her to a psychologist.

The doctor said she was fine and suggested we just interact with her less.

If even the doctor couldn't spot the issue, I turned to the supernatural.

But every psychic who saw Nora turned pale and claimed they couldn't help.

After much thought, I decided to slip that stuff into her water cup.

That night, she screamed in agony.

Listening from the next room, my heart ached, tears streaming down my face.

But I knew I had to do this, or next time, the one who died might be me.

The next morning, I opened her door to find the walls covered in her scratch marks.

She clawed at her throat like a wild animal, eyes bloodshot, glaring at me with hatred.

I hugged her, sobbing: "Forgive Mommy. I didn't want to do this."

After feeding her the muting drug, Nora became a little mute from then on.

Our happy family turned into this mess.

But it was still better than the ending last time, where the whole family died.

I worked tirelessly to take care of everyone.

But ever since his disability, Ben's personality had turned sour.

Every time I came home from work, I'd face his grumpy expression.

If the food wasn't to his taste, he'd fling his chopsticks.

"Anna, let's get a divorce!"

I was dumbstruck for a long moment, frantically asking what I'd done wrong.

He pointed at Nora and me, cursing: "If it weren't for you two, my parents wouldn't be dead, and I wouldn't be this useless cripple!"

Guilt overwhelmed me. I begged him not to leave us.

I pulled Nora over, wanting her to apologize too.

But she yanked her hand away and ran back to her room.

I clung to Ben, crying: "You're all I have left. Please don't leave us!"

He was silent for a moment, then hugged me back, suppressing a low roar: "Why? What did we ever do to deserve this from her?"

I had no idea why Nora cursed us.

What had we done wrong?

She treated Ben and me like enemies.

But I'd forgotten one crucial thing: she couldn't speak, but she could write.

While cleaning her room, I found words in her diary.

'Daddy and Mommy, stay away from fire. Be careful, or you'll be burned to death!'

I clutched that piece of paper, feeling as if all the strength had drained from my body.

I couldn't fathom why Nora would curse us like this.

In my previous life, even after she'd doomed the entire family, I'd never held it against her.

Could it really be that I'd committed some grave sin in a past life, and she was here to exact revenge?

Ben wheeled himself into the room, his face turning ashen the moment he saw the diary in my hand.

When Nora got home from school and caught us reading it, she snatched it away in a fury and ripped it to shreds.

Ben's face flushed red with anger; he pointed at his own legs and bellowed: "Wasn't turning me into this enough for you? What else do you wantto burn your own parents alive?"

Nora shot us a hateful glare, then pointed accusingly at her throat.

My heart clenched with guilt.

"Nora, Mommy only did it for the good of the whole familyI had no choice..."

"Why bother explaining to her? You're rightshe's been sent from above to torture us!"

"If I had the choice, I'd rather we never had this daughter at all!"

Nora let out a cold sneer and stormed out the door.

I started after her in worry, but Ben called me back.

"How long are you going to keep spoiling her? Until she gets us both killed and you're finally happy?!"

I stammered, dropping my head: "But... she's still our child! What am I supposed to do?"

A vicious gleam flashed in Ben's eyes.

"Anna, kids... we can always have more. But this little monster is going to end up killing us one way or another!"

For some reason, a hollow ache bloomed in my chest, unbearable.

Ben pressed on: "I've consulted a psychic in secret. There's only one way to break the curse."

He swallowed hard, his voice strained: "We have to turn it back on her!"

I stumbled, nearly collapsing, and knocked the glass water cup off the table in the process.

The shattering clatter jolted me.

My immediate reaction was refusalthis was our daughter!

How could I possibly burn her alive?

Ben seized my hand, trying to calm me: "Anna, do you really want to let her kill us?

Even if she wipes out our whole family, maybe that's one thingbut what if she goes out into the world and starts harming innocent people?"

His words made me waver.

I wasn't sure if Nora was one of those antisocial types from the stories.

I didn't even understand how her curses worked.

But I couldn't bear the thought of more blameless lives being lost because of her.

In the end, I nodded reluctantly, agreeing to Ben's plan.

When she came back, I slipped sleeping pills into her drink.

I stealthily turned on the kitchen gas stove and sealed every door and window tight.

Ben was in the bedroom, packing our suitcase, his face barely concealing a surge of excitement.

"Honey, we can finally stop living in constant fear!"

I managed a weak smile and joined him in packing.

That is, until I spotted a family photoI froze in place, my whole body shaking uncontrollably.

I got it. I finally understood why Nora had been cursing our entire family!