The Altar

The Crash

The shaman revealed that indeed they had been cursed. Not only that but by a person who hated my mom. Immediately she remembered who it could be. You see my mom had a co-worker who was very interested in black magic. He was fired due to him performing esoteric rituals in the bathroom, and he also tried to seduce a female worker with strange dark magic. My mom dismissed him as a psycho and didn't think much of it when she fired him. However, the shaman revealed that this man spent 2 weeks gathering energy for his spell. This made my mom believe the shaman even more. The first message began two weeks after her dismissing him.

We thought everything was solved, and that we would get him confined to a psychiatric ward but boy, we were dead wrong.

To celebrate finding out who was casting the spells, we decided to take a nice trip to Sentosa Island, Singapore. To this day my mother highly regrets this choice. We board the Sentosa Express Monorail, and we realize we are the only people inside. Great, a repeat of the plane trip I thought. Suddenly a man came aboard introducing himself as a driver. Suddenly a red flag came up in my head... The Sentosa Express Monorail is a driverless system. I whispered this to my mom who decided we should get off. Just as we were making our way to the exit, the doors closed. We asked the "driver" to open them, but he sat still and muttered, "No can do". Suddenly a black void opened and a figure came out. "Well well well it's the Chang's... he he are you enjoying your trip... I am more powerful than ever... just you wait," he said. Then he disappeared. The "driver" also disappeared. Shaken by fear we waited until the train filled up. 

We rode the train to the Sentosa water park and had a great day of fun. My sister went to a man selling temporary tattoos. She wanted a nice flowery design. Instead of listening to her, the tattoo man began drawing. Upon looking at her arm, she notices there were no flowers. It was a message written in Sundanese script. She looked up nervously, and the man said "You like lah". She said, "No, and what does this mean". The Man said "no can do" and ran away. My mom and her brother Afir translated the message. It was yet another curse, this time wishing economic misfortune on my family. My dad began trying to wash it off but it stayed on. Eventually, we managed to get tattoo remover ink and it disappeared, leaving a burning mark on my sister's flesh. We knew something had to be done. My parents decided it was time to return to Hong Kong, except with Afir. Afir was a skilled fighter, and he had a vast knowledge of celestial and spiritual matters. 

We headed to the airport, and my dad immediately asked his dad to lend his private plane. My grandpa agreed, and we flew back to Hong Kong in luxury.