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several years of
neglect?
    I pushed the door and it creaked open creepily which sent
goose bumps all over my body. The room was dimly lit and I wasn’t able to
clearly see anything except for the total darkness.
    I tried asking, “Anyone there?”
    For a moment, no one answered. Then as I was about to go
back, I heard someone say an eerie, “Come in.”
    I looked around and was caught off guard when I saw the
fortune teller’s table lit up against the dark room. I was startled, taking
several steps back.
    Uhmm... wow? Quite the effects, huh?
    Then after a while, I saw an old lady dressed in all black,
who was holding a magic ball in her hands sat behind the table. She asked me to
sit in the chair in front of her. I hesitantly obeyed. I wasn’t quite sure
about this all now. But I convinced myself that it wouldn’t hurt to try.
    “I know what you came here for,” she started. Wow! She
already knew. She was good. I nodded and she went on, “You have quite a bad
luck yesterday, don’t you?”
    I hastily nodded in agreement. “And what do you suppose is
the reason for that?”
    She rubbed her magic ball. “You offended a soul years ago.”
    “Huh?” I asked her, blinking twice. What was she talking
about? Me? Offending anyone? Let alone a soul. I was starting to doubt her
ingenuity.
    “You hurt an earnest soul who sincerely loved you,” she
continued.
    Okay, definitely fake.
    “Really?” I wondered what we were talking about. She said
that I hurt a soul that loved me. Well, I do admit that I did dump a few guys
before.
    Not sure about souls.
    “A guy who gave his whole heart to you,” she said.
    Oh, right. A guy. But were we on the same page? “How many
years ago are we talking about?”
    “Ten years,” she answered, grittily, as she was getting sort
of exorcised. I didn’t really know the term. But she looked as if her eyes
might reach the ceiling any time soon. Was that a special talent or something?
Or was it part of her act? Or maybe it is a necessity for fortune tellers?
    So perhaps I needed to put some thought to it. She seemed
convinced that I dumped someone during that time. I felt sorry for her eyes,
too. So that would be ten years ago. I was eighteen back then.
    Did I dump anyone at that time?
    I thought hard about it, wondering who my boyfriend was
during that time. I was with... what was his name again? Jonathan! Yes,
Jonathan. He was my second boyfriend and we met in college. But we did break up
a year after so I guessed he wouldn’t count.
    “I don’t really know what you’re talking about,” I told her.
Honestly, I was with a guy at that time, so how could I possibly dump anyone? I
wasn’t a cheater, mind you. I was the one who was getting cheated out here.
    “There was this guy, one whom heart you disregarded. Fate is
getting back at you and if he will not forgive you right away, your bad luck
will continue,” she told me.
    “Okay, I have no idea what you are talking about. That’s
creepy. Here’s my pay. I’m leaving,” I said as I put down some bills and coins
on her table and walked away, annoyed.
    “You must definitely ask his forgiveness, young lady,” she
continued saying as I headed out of the door.
    “If I know who you are talking about! And as if there’s
one!” I closed the door shut from the outside. I held it steady because it
almost fell down on me. This place needed more renovation than what I thought. What
a creepy old lady. I couldn’t believe that she accused me of something that I didn’t
do. What was she talking about anyway?
    Sure, I hurt a soul.
    I suddenly wanted to laugh.
    “Hey! Are you getting yourself killed?” I was startled by
the voice of a taxi driver who angrily ranted at my direction as I was walking
back to my apartment.
    I turned to him and realized that I was standing at the
middle of the pedestrian lane instead of crossing it. Honks resounded from all
side. Given everyone who seemed to notice, me right in the middle of the lane
and