The Marriott Curse

… In my dreams of darkness this haunting is what I face. Sounds of weird heartbeats racing across vile gales. There’s howling of a woman in pain. Getting wilder as the days goes by. Night she sings of sadness
an suffering. How long will this torment go on, and on.
Now I want to share my grandmothers journal with you. Come with me and see what I had to do to be set free of the curse. 1

Year 1898 page 12
Listen as I read this….’twas 10 years ago it stormed; an a wicked wind blew in so cold and evil it was called the silver rain. On that night she cursed our blood. Dorian cried out to the demons; may the blood of her daughter, grand-daughters...
Never have love or a child. Less ye dies on the child’s 7th year. She stole my intended, for that all Marriott women will pay.2

Reading on I found out my Gee-Gee was extremely beautiful, she enchanted young and older men with her long dark locks, ivory skin, with cherry color lips.
At just 17 years old and on the market for marriage…He walked in to the soirée....
With the grace of a god. Tall dark, handsome, built like Adonis. This man was my grandfather: Sir Thomas Glenshire.3

Year 1898 page 13
There’s more…. ‘tis naught we could doth; when the moonstruck two souls, the stars are align in perfection. Our hearts sang in harmony…we fell in love. The lamia cast her spell, because she was jilted so she thought. She wanted me and all my female offspring to suffer - the pangs of heartbreak, lost. Until time was nay more.4

Well I was sure this had nothing to do with me. Because this was years ago.
But as I got grown and observed my mother, I knew I was suffering to from the same spell she feared. I was afraid to love.. yet I crave erotic passion. When I spoke of my feelings to my suppose to be friends they acted like I was a whore.
Its now 1946 AD, and I am 21 years old. My mother was born in 1925 when my Gee-Gee was 43 or 44 years old and her only child. 5

Year 1898 page 14
Let’s read some more…. “As Dorian finished speaking in her unknown tongue my beauty started to change.” (Sir Thomas & Gee-Gee had been together for 26 years or more. When she knew the curse was real…on the night her husband was killed. Look here…) “ Whilst awaiting his arrival, he was struck by lightning the day after our daughter was born. The rain cometh down in silver sheets, the gale raged as if angry with nature. It ‘twas true Dorian hath won.”6

It’s 1965 now and I am 40 years old; I am too a Marriott woman. Oh the reason am a Marriott is because my Grand mother was stripped of her title…and her name. She was converted back to a Marriott after Sir Thomas died. They took everything from her.. accept her child; my Mother Martha Marriott.7

When I learn what both my mother and Grandmother went through I made-up my mind. I was going to break this wicked curse. Since I was born under this name and cursed also; I feel it’s my duty.8

So I’ll adopted myself a son, and guard my heart to free my mother & Gee-Gee of Dorian’s curse. All I had to do was die without having children or ever falling in love. 9

Time past on and I adopted myself a son. I named him Morgan Thomas Marriott.10

He was handsome, tall, the one thing that made me happy. He was a young man now but I want to share how I knew the spell was broken.11

When my boy was about 5 years old back in 1970 I heard a eerie voice and a loud scream…I raced the steps to my sons room and there she was pale and tattered. Holding his hand trying to take my son with her. Fearlessly I spoke to her… “ I know who you are; please take you hand off my son.. Let him GO!”12

She never open her mouth but the evil within her spoke inside my head. “Doth ye knowth the curse? No child ‘tis free from it lassie. Thee shall suffer like thy grand, mother, I killed her beloved... Nay love! Nay babe!” She raged her words burned into my mind.13

Lady Dorian McCabe my son has never suckle my breast, he never dwelled within my womb. I love no man and I do not know his father or real mother. 14

So let him go you evil vile woman. At once my heartbeats were with love for my child, and my chest was aflame. I cried out in pain. Yet I held my ground knowing I could not let this ghost have my son. “I DID NOT BIRTH HIM…HE IS BUT LOANED TO ME UNTIL HE’S A MAN!” I SCREAMED….15

She turned toward me with anger in her bleeding eyes; ‘TIS WICKED TRICKERY, THOU LIES... spoke Dorian. "NO I BRITH NO CHILD. I LOVE NO MAN."16

I FACED HER READY TO DO BATTLE IF THE NEED BE. The curse ends with me.. Marta Marriott.17

“I SHALL REST NOT, UPON THE HILL OF SOULS; or HADES UNTIL YE ART BESIDE ME.” she said in anger. With that she faded leaving my son to collapsed.18

I was so thankful he was not aware of the curse.19


Told by the spirit of an angel....20

She’s 90 years old now laying here waiting on her bed of age. Morgan is next to her, holding her hand. She say to him it’s finally over son… “What’s over mother?” He said sadly. She hands him the journal. 21

Closing her eyes she smiles now… “Son I see the angels coming in peace.22

I will not have to rot away in Hades with the lamia Dorian,” his mother said. 23

"Read Grand’s journal Marta's going home
free alast."24