My Roommate Tried to Ruin My Life With a Cursed Locket, but It Backfired

My roommate gave me a locket. At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal. I wore it and weirdly enough, I started eating more, sleeping better and slowly gaining weight.

I figured I was finally getting my life together. Then, the day after I got accepted into graduate school, I suddenly doubled over in class with this sharp, unbearable pain in my stomach and out of nowhere, I gave birth. Right there. In front of everyone.

Word spread fast. I tried to explain, I begged them to believe me, but nobody did. My professors, my classmates... everyone just thought I had been lying all along. That I was some kind of freak. I lost my spot in grad school just like that.

Even my parents didn’t believe me. They said I had humiliated them. Told me not to come home. That they were done with me.

I hit rock bottom. I went up to the school’s rooftop and... jumped. I thought that was the end. But it wasn’t.

After I died, I finally saw the truth. Everything that happened; the weight gain, the weird appetite, the pregnancy, it all started after Yolanda gave me that so-called locket.

Then suddenly, I was back. Back to the day she came home from her trip.

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"Trixie, I brought you something from abroad," Yolanda Jay said with a smile, pulling out a red-stringed locket from a little box.

Before I could say a word, she was already fastening it around my neck.

I instinctively reached up to take it off, but she grabbed my wrist. "No, don’t. This one’s special. It keeps you safe. I went through a lot to get it, you have to wear it."

I glanced down at the locket and for a moment, I just stared.

The gemstone looked normal at first, but when the light hit it a certain way... I could’ve sworn something like blood was flowing inside.

"Yolanda, is there blood in this?" I asked, half-joking, half-creeped out.

She just smiled and said, "It’s sacred. Blessed by a real shaman. You’re lucky to have it. Don’t ever take it off."

Back then, I didn’t question her. I actually felt touched. Like she really cared. But not long after I started wearing that thing, my period just... disappeared.

I wasn’t sleeping around. I was still a virgin, so pregnancy didn’t even cross my mind. When it didn’t come for three months, I told Yolanda I should probably go to a doctor.

She stopped me. Said, "You’re fine. You’re young, not in pain. Probably just your body being weak. Eat more, rest and it’ll sort itself out."

I believed her. Every. Damn. Word. And I kept believing until the day I gave birth in front of my classmates and my whole life fell apart.

After I gave birth in class, everything spiraled.

The school stripped me of my spot in grad school like it was nothing. And just like that, Yolanda took my place like she had been waiting for it.

She didn’t stop there. She took my baby, too. Said I wasn’t in the right state of mind to raise a child. I could barely think straight, let alone fight back. I didn’t even get to hold him for more than a second.

Then after I died, I found out she got everything she ...