The story is this- this picture is cursed.

In the window above the street are three figures. One figure is dressed in black is standing to the right there are two other figures standing to the left. One of the two figures on the right is standing behind the other figure.

This is the story of the curse- if you only see two figures in the window you will die in three days and even if you are found in a soft bed or sitting on couch you will be found with every bone in your body crushed and broken.

It’s a silly curse and a silly story, but this is the part that is not silly. It’s not even true. Nobody who sees the two figures dies from injuries that would lead any credible forensics expert to say that the deceased died from a fall- and at great speed  and that the injuries sustained in that fall was the cause of death.

The truth is, this photo has had 6 owners and each of them went mad and killed themselves in a variety of ways- pills, knives, death by cop are three that I can think of off the top of my head.

They each left notes, as people in this position often do, but  0ne of the suicides,  I discovered  had written on the back of the photo:

I checked the window- I  should have been checked  the door and now it’s too late.

When I scanned this photo and uploaded it on my blog and created this post, I turned the photo over and scanned the message too- but of course it didn’t show up.

I suppose it doesn’t matter, it’s too late. I should have been checking that door.

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