My son was not happy that we were moving to the countryside.
But my mother, his grandmother, had left us her house in her will.
It was run down and needed a bit of work.
But I was sure it would be better for us than that run-down one-room apartment in Queens.
The first day in the new home was uncomfortable.
It was so much more peaceful and quiet than the city.
It was strange how much we missed the noises of the sirens and the people.
The second day, whilst my son was out at school, I decided I would start clearing out the attic.
It was full of broken furniture, old memories and unwanted items.
Some of the stuff I had not seen in years, and some of the stuff was just strange.
Like an old hat kept in a box with a sign never wear evil evil.
I thought my mother in her old age must have been out of it.
I could not see anything wrong with the hat and placed it upon my head.
That was my first mistake.
The mine it was on my head I could feel something trying to worm its way into my mind.
I fought it for as long as I could, but it was painful to do so.
Before I knew it, it had taken over me.
I could hear its voice telling me to stay calm.
I could hear its voice in my head all the time.
It told me my grandmother had used witchcraft to trap it inside this hat, and I had set it free.
It told me it was a leprechaun called Thomas O'Sheely.
It told me it was going to use my body as its own.
I tried to scream.
I tried to run, but my body refused to move.
I could only watch in horror as it started its evil fun.
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