The Sigbin

The First Threat

When I came to this town I wanted to review some history about it just to you know, get familiar with the residents. I asked my realtor this towns story and she said that this town was founded by pagan refugees trying to find a life free from hate.
I asked her if there where any pagans here now and she shrugged her shoulders and said
"Sometime in the late 1600's the pagans moved out of the town and the Catholics toke over. I couldn't tell you if there's still any people practicing paganism but I'm sure you'll find someone."
The realtor gave me he keys to my new home right next to the creek (Which costed me a butt load) and then she left me to have a look around.

I had a look around the house and placed my religious relics on the walls and shelves. I'm a Catholic which is one of the reasons why I moved here because everyone would share my opinions.
I hammered a nail into the wall overlooking the already installed fireplace and I unwrapped the bubble wrap around my cross.
I'd inherited this cross from my grandma who died of anorexia six years ago and I've kept it in good condition ever since.
I used both my hands to place the cross gently on the nail so it hung over the fireplace like a house warming gift.

I smiled at my work and went on down the hall to move my clothes into the closet when I heard the slightest crack coming from behind me.
I turned around to witness the nail on the wall bend downward and the cross come crashing down to the floor.
I ran to pick it up and I saw it had a crack reaching from the very bottom to the top.
"Shit!" I said and I turned the nail rightside up so it curved to the ceiling and then hung the cross on it again.
I went back to my clothes and began sorting then away leaving my cracked cross to hover over the hearth.
If only I'd realized that that simple accident was not accidental at all...but rather a threat.