The Soul Stealing Statue (FINAL Memoir)

It was a normal sunny day, my sister Christina, my neighbor Kelsey and I had been roaming the neighborhood backyards in search of adventure when we all suddenly came to a stop when we saw the most beautiful statue. The statue looked like a goddess, standing tall and white as snow. My sister, who always seemed to have a strong personality, like no one could ever hurt her or scare her, said “WOW!” almost as if she was scared. Simultaneously, Kelsey and I said “What is that?” when we saw the gigantic but gentle woman created in the statue. The statue looked so powerful and almost out of place in the small backyard of our not so fancy neighborhood; a statue like this looked like it should have been in front of a mansion or the white house! The statue was facing a window on the left side of a small brown house, surrounded by huge palm tress and green grass. The statue must have been five feet tall, over powering my little body with all of her goddess like features. She was dressed in what looked like drapes and her hair was up in braids. Christina looked at Kelsey and me and said “If we stay here any longer the statue will steal our souls.” Kelsey and Christina were always playing tricks on me so I wasn’t going to fall for their trick this time. The two of them ran home (leaving me behind, like usual) through all of the big palm tress and wood fences, I ran as fast I could trying to catch up to the older girls who always called me a “third wheel”. I finally see what they meant because I was always yelling “Wait up, guys!” The rest of the day was spent by the lake feeding the new born yellow ducklings and riding bikes through the park next to the lake. The day ended with my sister and me lying in bed laughing at how scared we all looked running home after seeing the statue. I was just happy we wouldn’t be going back there again, or so that’s what I thought as I laid my head on my pillow that night.

The next day, Kelsey, whose face was pale but always had light brown freckles, showed up at our mediocre house and greeted us with a black mole right by her lip (which was unusual because Kelsey didn’t have black moles), looking back now, it reminds me of Marilyn Monroe’s mole right by her lip. “What happened to your face?” My sister and I asked, “The statue was at my window last night and gave me this mole!” Kelsey said, sounding very scared. “Let’s go back to the statue and see if it’s still there.” My sister said sounding so brave like she normally did. I did NOT want to go back; I was still hesitant about the statue and was tired of my sister and Kelsey trying to scare me. Kelsey was all for going back as she explained when she said “Yeah! I want to show that statue not to mess with me!” “Wait! We should NOT go back!” I said “YES! We should! Stop being such a baby, Katie!” Christina said. They were always pushing me around. I didn’t even get a chance to reply because against my will, they dragged me to the statue and kept saying “Come on Katie, don’t be afraid! You’ll only get a mole or your soul stolen!” After what seemed like 10 seconds, we were finally approaching the white statue in the small backyard. My thoughts about how afraid I was were interrupted by Kelsey when she said, “Look she moved! Before, she was facing the left side a little more.” Of course, I believed her (even though the statue had not moved at all) because I was so afraid already. The next thing I remember was that I was running home as fast as I could so I could tell my dad what had happened. Kelsey and Christina chased me yelling “Come back!” and “Where are you going?” They knew I was going to cry to my dad and they did not want to get in trouble for their mean antics. As soon as my dad heard the trick Kelsey and Christina played on me, he made them fess up to their trick. As it turns out, Kelsey had put eyeliner on her face in the shape of a mole to scare me; of course my sister went along with it. Their plan to scare me worked, like it always did. Looking back, I do not know how I could have believed them, statues are not possessed by evil spirits and statues do not give little girls moles. I was just a little sister wanting to play with the older girls and would do anything to fit in with them. However, things are a lot different now that it’s 13 years later.

Ever since then, I always know when I am being tricked by my sister and Kelsey and I never let them forget how they tortured a little five year old. My sister and I no longer bicker and fight; instead we are best friends, we don’t tell on each other anymore or try to scare each other. Instead, we look out for each other and now that we are older, can have a lot of fun together. Kelsey unfortunately, moved but we still keep on touch with her. I will never forget those days spent with my older sister and my best friend, Kelsey.