Ghost Stories

Two girls were writing a ghost story. Jessica and Katherine wanted to make their sleepover more interesting so they decided to venture out to find a true horror story. Katherine’s house was located across the street from the city’s spookiest cemetery. They just had to go looking for trouble.

As they stood only feet away from the decaying bodies, they stared with apprehension at the mist flooding over the gravestones.

Katherine’s mom wouldn’t dare let the girls out into that place. Stories have floated around covering the ritualistic and unholy dealings transpiring there. That didn’t stop them, however.

The cars zoomed past them in a haze, but the two girls quickly crossed the road onto the grounds. The trees were black and towered over their small frames almost as if they were watching the girls. The calendar said that there wouldn’t be a full moon for another three nights. However, the giant, glowing orb shone down with cold indifference.

The leaves crumbled beneath their feet as they walked slowly through the walkway. Jessica grabbed on Katherine’s arm, “What is that?!” she pointed.

Katherine briefly spun her gaze in the direction of [her finger when she caught the sight of a hooded black figure.

“Jeezes! What was that?!” Katherine gasped. All of a sudden they heard whispering behind them. A faceless figure adorned in a black robe slowly crept towards them whispering in what Jessica thought was Latin. “Vegetus cruor ut slake vestri eternus sitis. Tener viscus ut altum vestri eternus ieiunium. Epulor in illa munia nos have instituo vobis. May vos nunquam exsisto relinquo iterum.” (Fresh blood to slake your eternal thirst. Young flesh to nourish your everlasting hunger. Dine on these gifts we have found for you. May you never be forsaken again.)

His outstretched arm held a smoking glass bowl he swung back and forth all the while chanting. Katherine was hit immediately by its rotten stench. To her horror it sent the image of decayed and decomposing beings that once belonged to the earth. It was a smell they could never imagine had they not stood there and experience it. The girls turned to retreat from the figure, but they found that they couldn’t run away. His words were entrancing them like a sort of enchantment. Their vision became foggy and their bodies were entering a paralyzed state, their legs, arms, and neck could no longer move.

A loud crash from a falling branch only feet away from them broke the spell. Suddenly, everything was clear again. Their bodies could move and they wasted no time and sprinted past him.

As the gate lay before them at a hundred or so feet, other black figures emerged from behind the gravestones, crawling and creeping out menacingly. Jessica and Katherine sprinted faster; the sight of the gate, their only escape to freedom, now couldn’t be more than twenty feet away.

The girls were getting closer. It looked like there might be hope, yet. But out of what seemed like nowhere the clan of black clad strangers were suddenly before them. The girls staggered back and turned to run the other way, but the first hooded figure with the swinging bowl was looming behind them, still swinging and chanting.

They were trapped. Trapped like the haunted souls who inhabited that ground. Trapped between death and life, and the golden gates were out of their reach. As they panicked and soon lost all hope, the girls waited for whatever the beings wanted with them. All of a sudden there were blows to the girls’ heads and when they woke up they found themselves looking at the moonlight as they were dragged to the ritual site.

A massive fire blazed about in the middle of a large circle of tree stumps covered in blood. Deer heads and rabbit skulls were scattered around the ground. The girls were placed on the ground as one of the cloaked beings held up a steak knife and the others screamed with joy. He brought down the knife and began to slice the ripe flesh of the girls; their screams covered by the mocking crows above.

One by one the members of the clan took turns cutting along the legs, arm, and last but not least, their beautiful young faces streaming with tears. One of the members tenderly held a small glass vial to their wounds, collecting the warm bitter-sweet blood. More vials appeared as they poured the blood into the blazing fire. The others drank the rest of their blood while digging their teeth into the wounds with passion and hunger.

Then the cloaked figures dragged the girls to the old rotted stumps oozing out blood and sap and firmly placed their heads on the flat surface. Katherine thought to herself with a sickening relief, “Am I finally going to die? Will this pain and revolting sacrament be over soon?” The beings carefully positioned the knives to their left ears. With one quick motion, the blades were brought swiftly across the ears and the girls were left shrieking with the pain running sharply through their entire bodies.

Death no longer seemed to an enemy but a solace to end their misery. After that, the girls were grabbed by their underarms as one being poured the same foul smelling oil that Katherine had experienced earlier over their heads, drenching them, mixing the oils with blood and dirt from their rigid bodies.

Half conscious, an itchy rope was placed around each girl’s neck. The other end was swung over a large tree branch, allowing spiders and other creatures to roam down the rope onto their bodies.

The group split in half, one side taking Jessica’s rope, the other taking Katherine’s. With one swift pull, the bodies twitched for seconds and hung still. They didn’t even feel the fire that engulfed their rotting flesh right after.