I was a cowboy, and I was riding in the desert when I found a treasure. It was a big treasure, with gold and silver and jewels. I was so happy that I could have started crying.
I rode all the way back to Cowboyville as fast as I could. When I got there, I showed the treasure to the other cowboys. They were so jealous that they could have killed me. But I didn’t care. I was rich!
I bought a big house and a fancy car. I had all the money I could ever want. But I wasn’t happy. I couldn’t sleep at night. I kept having bad dreams about the treasure. I started to see ghosts. I could hear voices. Was I going crazy?
One night, I was all alone in my house. I heard a noise in the attic. I went up there to see what it was. And there, in the shadows, I saw a figure wearing a black cloak. The figure raised a hand, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The figure said, “Your treasure is cursed. You will never be happy again.”
I ran out of the attic and slammed the door shut. I was shaking all over. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I was losing my mind.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I took all the treasure and buried it in the desert. I hoped that would break the curse.
But it didn’t. I’m still haunted by the ghosts of the treasure. I’m still going crazy.
Am I going to die?