This has just been in my head for awhile, and after watching The Grudge it all kind of fit together. Hope you like it!

Every day, seemingly uniportant, unconnected acts actually mean more than some might think. A fit of road rage, a nasty rumor... it all could spell demise in a way no one thought possible.

"I swear to you that I am innocent!"

Sabrina Jennings struggled against the bonds that tied her to the stake. Her wild, fiery red hair swam about her face. But the fire in her hair was nothing compared to the torch that was about to end her life...

"You have been found guilty of witchcraft," said the judge passively, "And you must take the punishment like all of the others. This is the last chance you have to repent, and save your soul."

Sabrina kept silent, fury radiating off of her in waves. The torch was thrown...

And the fire turned green. Words in a language no one knew flew out of Sabrina's mouth. A gunshot rang out, but it sank into the flames and disappeared.

Suddenly, the flames went back to normal. They singed her hair, her dress... pulled at her laughing mouth...

Soon nothing was left but ashes, fear of the witnesses, and ringing silence.

Sabrina's curse was a unique one. It spread from person to person in a way so easy, no one noticed, no one made the connection. She inflicted the curse upon 3 people... the judge... the executioner... and the woman who was petty enough to accuse her.

The curse was passed through hatred. Not the fiery, passionate hatred that Sabrina felt toward each one of these people, but simple, everyday hatred... the kind that came from a girl thinking someone was prettier than her... a man that suspected a neighbor of stealing something of his...

Every time that this happens, the curse is passed to the victim of the hate. The person who hated then dies, painfully.

The curse happened, most ceartainly, but has only been able to have been traced to the 70's. There were probably more people infected with the curse, but so far we can only find the path of this one...

"I hate her!"

"I know, I know." Jen's friend told her soothingly.

"What makes Sue think she's so perfect?" Jen fumed, unknowingly releasing the curse on the unsuspecting victim.

The friend was about to continue, when Jen stopped at her house. "Whatever, I have to go." She scurried into the house and into her room. Her guitar was sitting there, and she picked it up. Playing the guitar calmed her down when she was angry. Soon the entire room was filled with music... and red hair came out of the guitar.

When Jen saw it, she stared, not realizing what it was. She didn't think to scream until it was to late, until the hair was covering her mouth... and then it was coming out of her. She couldn't see... couldn't beathe... she was burning, she was on fire... something grabbed her, something that might have been a hend but it felt wrong, cracked... burned...

And then Jen was gone, and in her place was a pile of ashes...

Sue's friend was talking to her, but all of a sudden unbelievable pain washed over her. It only lasted for a second, but it left her dazed, and a man who was walking ran into her. This snapped her out of it. "Stupid jerk." She muttered, passing the curse. Running down a long set of steps to catch up with her friend, she didn't realize that a long rope of red hair was streched in her path. As she fell, she saw a burned, grinning face staring up at her from the bottom of the steps... and in one snap that seemed to come from both inside and outside of her, her neck broke and she saw no more... couldn't hear her friend screaming, or the face laughing...

The man might have noticed the screaming, if he hadn't been so wrapped up in his own thoughts. Fired? he thought to himself, how could I be fired? After all I did for that no- good company? How could they be so ungrateful?!

One thought was clear in his mind: he hated everyone that had to do with that place. Walking into his apartment, he saw a dark, misshapen figure waiting for him in the shadows.

There are more stories like those, the curse speading in numbers... it is estimated that today, over 1 million people carry and inflict the curse... who knows who it will hit next...

Hum... not my best, but review anyways!