My mother

It was many years ago my mother died and I had been alone ever since that horrible day. I had no one, I never left the house. I didn't need to. I never went to buy food, or clothes, or anything else. Every morning someone had put clothes for me on my bed, there was always breakfast on the kitchen table when I got down, if I ever ran out of anything or if something broke there was always new things in the old thing's place the following day.
It was like mother never left, the piano played itself every now and then, sometimes I thought I heard my mother hum on some of the many melodies she loved so much, sometimes I heard her down stairs, jumping and dancing, but I never saw her.
Not until the night to my 26th birthday. I then was as old as my mother had been on the night she died. I was 7 years when my mother died and left me alone, my father had left us when I was born and I hadn't heard from in ever since. My mother took good care of me 'till her death, and after it, too, who else could it be?
The night to my 26th birthday I woke up by the feeling of someone sitting on the side of my bed with his or her hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see my mother sitting next to me. She didn't look like she used to, she was much paler now, almost transparent, her red hair, that always looked like it was on fire, was tame and lifeless, her blue eyes, which always was filled with love, happiness and kindness was blank and empty. She smiled, but there was no happiness at all behind it. She asked me to come with her, so I followed her out of the house I hadn't left for almost 20 years and into a forest, it had never been there before. Strange... According to everything I had read in the many books I had at home trees couldn't get that big in at least 50 years, when I last visited that place I was sure that there was houses there. my best friend used to live there. How could a forest be there now? I let go of the thought and followed my mother through the trees. We got to a big scarp with rocks underneath it. My mother smiled and showed towards the scarp. She wanted me to jump. I shook my head, no, I couldn't, I would die if I jumped! Why would I do that of free will?
-It's your destiny, you will break the curse, mother exhorted. Curse? What curse? What was she talking about?
-You will die, Lucy, she will kill you if you don't jump now!
-Who?
-I will. Just as my mother killed me I'm forced to kill you, Lucy, if you don't do it first, if you jump now you will break the curse, but you have to hurry! When you are 26 years and 2 hours you have to die, mother explained. How could that be true? How could my beloved mother do anything as horrible as kill someone? And then that I was that someone? Her own daughter? I stood where I was and thought. Would I jump? Could I jump? I didn't have enough time to think.
-Time's up, Lucy, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I heard my mother's voice say before I felt her cold ghost hand on my back and then I fell. I fell and fell and fell.
Everything went black as my head hit the rocks below.
I had just been murdered by my mother. My mother, who had been dead herself for 19 years.