Elena Grossman - Old cemetery. Stories

© Elena Grossman, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-6908-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Mark Petri, climbed the stairs to his room. And turned on the light. Nothing ordinary, he did not see. His toys were in place. He turned off the light, and went to the bed. He climbed under a warm blanket. He looked around the room once more. It seems there is nothing wrong.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a rattle. He opened his eyes, his heart pounded, as if he had run a kilometer.

Again, someone scratched the closet door. Mark slowly turned his head in the direction in which he heard a noise. But I couldn’t make out anything. It was too dark. He reached for the nightlight. A hand slowly felt for it. A faint light came on. The light did not reach the place where the cupboard stood. Mark sat on the bed and looked toward the closet. Suddenly a voice came from the side of the closet:

– M-ahhhh!

He could not even scream, he was paralyzed.

And again the voice says:

– Mark, I’m going out, I’m tired of sitting in the closet and waiting for the onset of darkness, I’m not alone. You will have fun with us.

Mark expected what was about to happen. He only swallowed nervously. The cabinet doors creaked, there was some rustling. A creature two meters tall came out of the closet, its red eyes glowed in the dark. His arms were long, like his body.

“Ahhhhhh,” the creature said.

I heard the creak of the bottom drawer. A serpentine creature crawled out from there. It clanged its teeth like an evil dog. The serpent-like creature moved with Mark.

“Wait,” the long-armed creature ordered.

“Why wait,” it hissed in response.

– We must wait for the Lord, he then knows what to do with him.

“Yes, yes,” the snake-like creature giggled. – Let’s wait for the Master.

Time lasted forever. Mark could not move, not that scream.

– Help me! – a lisping voice was heard from the closet.

“Ahhhhh, this is our Lord,” the serpent-like creature replied.

From the closet, a large creature began to crawl out, more like a shadow. It, like a cloud, instantly flew up to the ceiling, and began to circle like a hawk.

“A soul, pure and not spoiled, I love such souls,” it answered and flew up to Mark.

The shadow felt like a wind, Mark felt a chilling cold. Then some strange feeling of numbness. Suddenly he began to fall into sleep. He wanted to sleep.

Mark woke up in some kind of dark world. Around it was dark. Around someone ran, like little animals. Mark looked around blankly.

“Where am I?” He asked himself.

Suddenly, from behind, I heard someone whispering.

“You are in my world, the world of darkness, and now you will remain here forever-oo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.”

“No,” cried Mark.

And he ran, somewhere into the darkness. He wandered in the darkness for a long time without finding a way out.

Widow Marvel Cemetery, was located on the outskirts of the city. Oldville. The rumors about this cemetery were very different, that this cemetery was named after Cindy Marvel, because all the husbands that she had were dying or dying. According to another version, that she simply simply bought it. Once she had an equestrian club, where she rented horses. On this and made a fortune.

Now, this cemetery is more like an abandoned one, in places, people are still buried there.

Dry tree branches scratching a stone monument of Tony Vuldes.

Tony Vuldes, Satanist. Once he sold his soul, for the fact that the devil endowed him with special abilities. Tony possessed mediumship, could communicate with the dead. One day, he summoned a demon from a lower caste. The demon came to him displeased with him. Tony asked to fulfill his request. The demon agreed. But at the same time, Tony must offer him a sacrifice. Soul. Tony also agreed.

The demon who was ordered to ruin the life of one person fulfilled. But Tony decided not to sacrifice anyone. The demon appeared not only in reality, but also in dreams. He demanded the debt that Tony promised.

“I will not leave you alone until you fulfill my request,” said the demon.

Tony could not bear it anymore, and he decided to sacrifice his acquaintance, Alice.

The ritual, which required human sacrifice, was carried out in the cemetery. A grave was chosen with the name of the person whom they wanted to sacrifice. A pentagram was drawn, candles were placed on the ends of the pentagram. The grave was supposed to be in the pentagram.

At night, Tony went to the cemetery, taking with him everything he needed. Behind myself, the feeling of a demon was felt all the time. Tony knew that he was somewhere nearby.

The road to the cemetery went through the forest. It was creepy in the forest. Panic seized him, but he continued to walk, for he had promised the demon, and the promise must be kept.

A branch cracked somewhere in the forest, Tony jumped up in fright, his heart was beating even faster. The adrenaline in the blood took his. Tony decided to run, he did not run for long. Not noticing the root sticking out of the tree in the dark, Tony stumbled against it and fell over. Needles of Christmas trees, Tony stuck in his hands, the ground was cold and wet. He looked around, his darkness surrounded tightly. He rose, not even brushing off the needles and the earth, and went on. He regretted that he did not go the other way, but went through the forest.

Walked, as it seemed to him for a long time. Ahead there was a swamp waiting for him. The crescent of the moon, which appeared from behind the forest, was reflected in the swamp surface. The swamp was not wide, but spread over a long distance. Tony jumped into the swamp and plunged under the armpits into the water. The water was cold, even icy. He wade through the swamp. Pits were at the bottom, and he failed, right down to his chin. Tony spit water into his mouth. Ahead of the rum is a rare reed, somewhere in the forest an owl sniffed.

Tony finally went ashore. The forest was ahead again, he knew, even felt that the cemetery was not far away.

Ahead were rare trees. Tony moved on. All raw, he chilled to the bones. Teeth pounded, dancing tap dance.

He moved on, now and then, tripping over the roots of the trees. Panting, he reached the first graves. They were old, and already collapsed. Tony they were not suitable for the ritual, and he went on. Walking a little further he found, still in good condition, the grave. Tony pulled out a candle and lit it. The matches got wet, but there was a lighter. And he brought her to the cross. On the cross was a faded tablet.

Samuel Lewis Fredderick

June 23, 1889 – March 15—15, 1987

“To my beloved husband, father and grandfather,” the inscription read.

Tony got everything he needed. The light from the candle was weak, but still better than nothing. He put a candle on the cross. He took out the ground powder, and began to pour it on the grave in the form of the Seal of Buffet. The pentagram came out not even, but more like a print.

He placed candles on the edges of the pentagram, and decided to cast a spell from the black book of magic. To invoke the spirit of a dead man, and thereby give it to the demon. Alice, as he later found out, died of a drug overdose. Tony decided to conduct the same ritual but, only to slightly change it in his own way.

Focusing, he began to cast the spell:

Spirit of the dead i invoke

Come to this world.

By the power of the Buffett’s Seal, I give this soul to Malis.

Melis take this spirit and set me free.

Suddenly a light warm breeze blew. The flame of the candles shook. Then sharply all the candles went out. Tony decided that the ritual was over and went back the same way.