After 37 years of marriage, Jake left his wife, Edith, for his secretary, a much younger woman.
His new girlfriend, eager to live in luxury, insisted on moving into the grand mansion Jake and Edith had shared for decades. With a team of aggressive lawyers, Jake secured the house in the divorce and gave Edith just three days to vacate.
On the first day, Edith packed her belongings, boxes, crates, and suitcases filled with memories of her former life. On the second day, movers came and hauled everything away. But on the third day, Edith decided to make her departure unforgettable.
That evening, she set up a candlelit dinner at the elegant dining table, savoring shrimp, caviar, and a chilled bottle of Chardonnay. Soft music played as she soaked in the ambiance one last time.
When her meal was done, Edith walked through every room of the house, leaving a peculiar parting gift, shrimp shells dipped in caviar, carefully hidden inside the hollow curtain rods. With that, she tidied up, locked the door behind her, and walked away from her old life.
Meanwhile:
Jake and his girlfriend moved in, thrilled to start fresh. At first, everything seemed perfect. But soon, a mysterious, nauseating stench began to seep through the house.
They scrubbed floors, aired out rooms, and even called in cleaning experts. Nothing worked. They replaced carpets, inspected vents, and hung air fresheners everywhere, but the odor only grew stronger.
Friends stopped visiting. The maid quit. Repairmen refused to stay longer than necessary.
The house, once a symbol of Jake’s triumph, became an unbearable nightmare.
Desperate, Jake put the mansion on the market. Despite slashing the price repeatedly, there were no buyers. Word of the foul-smelling house spread, and no one would come near it.
Then one day, Edith called, her tone soft and sympathetic. “I heard about the trouble you’re having with the house,” she said. “I always loved that place. Maybe I could buy it back, if the price is right.”
Cursed property:
Jake, eager to rid himself of the cursed property, agreed without hesitation. Edith offered a fraction of the home’s value, and he accepted, relieved to finally be free.
Within hours, the paperwork was signed, and Edith reclaimed the mansion.
A week later, Jake and his girlfriend stood outside, watching movers load their belongings into trucks. As they left, they made sure to take everything with them, including the curtain rods.
Edith, back in her beloved home, smiled as she opened the windows to let in the fresh air. All traces of her past heartache were gone, just like the smell.