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A Halloween Story	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: M through R > Patriot, The Views: 1671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Halloween Story

            “YOU GUYS!!! WAIT UP!” The girl yelled as she tried to keep up with the band of other kids that had invited her to go out with them on Halloween night. She was new here, and she had just been happy someone wanted her around. Even though she wasn’t ignorant and she could see that they were not the type of friends she wanted in the first place. Yet, she turned a blind eye to it for now so she wouldn’t have to eat lunch alone.

            She slowed down and bent over placing her hands on her knees gasping for air. “OH come on Danny! You big wuss!” The girl still couldn’t breathe and she hung her head still trying to catch her breath. That’s when she looked around for the first time and found that they had been running right through an old graveyard.

            “Oh, Ha ha. Very funny guys. You know, I’m to old to be scared of this stuff!” She yelled, before she stood up placing her hands on her hips still feeling a little woozy. “GUYS!!” However, it seemed that she was now very much alone. They had ditched her out in the woods and open field by herself. “You guys suck.” She said under her breath as she started to walk through the tombstones in the direction she had seen them going.

            Her step started to slow as she couldn’t help but look at the stones she was passing. They looked . . . so old, and so cool. She looked around; wondering if bringing her here was setting the bait for some cruel Halloween joke. Yet she couldn’t help herself and she moved closer to one. Leaning over, she squinted trying to see what it said but it was dusty and she had to brush it off with her sleeve. “Woh, 1770” She said realizing that these were much older then she first thought.

            “I wonder what this place is? It must have some name.” She said as she looked around again. Just then, the sound of a breaking stick caused her to stand and look behind her. She sighed and shook her head, “Alright you rats! Come on! Lets go home. You’re not going to scare me with this. I mean . . . God, these people have been dead for over 200 years!” she waited for them to come running out but there wasn’t even the sound of giggling or chatter that there should have been. Now, she was starting to get a little creeped out and stepped forward. “Okay, this isn’t funny anymore you guys! It’s after midnight!” She looked at her watch, “It’s 1am in the morning! I need to get home!”

            Still no answer came, and she threw up her hands and let out an annoyed sigh. “ALRIGHT, fine! You stay out here and play your little childish games until you catch a big fat cold! I’m going home!” With that she turned on her heel and started walking through the stones. Honestly, she didn’t know her way back, but she was to mad to stop and think about it.

            The sound of another stick breaking, and something like a sword being drawn from its sheath came from behind her. That was really weird and out of place, and she looked behind her as she found her step starting to quicken. All of those scary movies she had gone to watch were starting to come back on her and a chill went through her body. She crossed her arms over her chest and tucked her head down as she went faster. Hoping that if she didn’t look around she wouldn’t get scared.

            It was really bothering her that she was acting this way and she slowed down coming to a stop. That was it, this is exactly what they want her to do. Their probley somewhere watching this and taping it to show to everyone and embarrass her completely. She’d have to move out of South Carolina to another country to live it down. She stood up straight and held her head up high straightening out her costume. Then she spun around intending to see her ‘friends’ standing behind her, but no one was there. That same chill she felt before caused her to shake as she saw that a thick fog set in that surrounded the tombstones and clung to the ground.

            Even for a city girl like her, she knew that it was unnatural for fog to form that quickly. “The fog machines are a nice effect you guys! God, you really go to great lengths to scare someone don’t you!” Still, no answer came and she felt like she was being watched. Her teeth started to chatter, and felt like she was freezing as she saw her own breath in the cold air. Something was definitely not right here. Danny took a few steps backwards looking around, expecting to see something that shouldn’t have been there.

            When she was satisfied no one was going to sneak up on her from behind she turned around intending to run as fast as she could to get out of this place. However, she found herself running into someone and she fell down on her bottom. She was startled more then anything else, feeling clumsy and silly for running into a tree. However, she paused when she saw the tree had feet. A black pair of riding boots standing on the ground before her eyes.

            Slowly they moved up to see tattered old black riding pants, and then a tattered short red coat. When she looked up further her eyes grew wide and she started to scream. A man with blood on his clothes wounds in his neck and on his body, blood that had come from his mouth, and it was almost like she could see through him. His eyes were gut wrenching to look at, they looked as if they belonged to a cat, glowing yellow in the moonlight. Slowly, he drew his sword still looking at her, and she scrambled to her feet shrieking even louder then before.

            It was as though her feet were on fire as she started to run blindly through the cemetery with the fog setting in even thicker then before. Still she screamed for help hoping that someone would hear her. When she felt a relief to see trees ahead of her that would take her back into the woods, she frowned seeing that she was being blocked off by that same man and started to run the other way.

            It seemed like every turn she took he was always there blocking her way. Finding herself back to where she had started, she could feel her heart pounding mercilessly in her chest looking around wondering if she had lost him. Only to be overshadowed by hopelessness to see that figure move through the fog towards her. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” She screamed. “What do you want from me!!! GO AWAY!!!” She cried frightened out of her mind as tears ran down her eyes.

            She backed away from the shadowed figure hoping that maybe she could make another break for it if he tried to come at her again. But as before, she backed into someone to look and see that it was her pursuer. He grabbed her shoulders and threw her down to the ground. Danny cried out as she hit her back on a stone and scratched her arm on a patch of thorns nearby. She sat up and started pulling herself on the ground to back away from him.

            “Go away! GO AWAY!” She picked up a rock and threw it at him, and then a stick but they just passed through him like he wasn’t even there. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Her retreat was halted when she hit her back on a stone and she turned around moving a little closer to it. The figure paused a moment, as if to say to read the stone. Danny swallowed the lump in her throat and turned. She had to wipe this one off with her sleeve as well since the words were marred with dust and dirt of 200 years.

            There in script, was the name “Colonel William Tavington” along with the date of his birth, and the date of his death, and some words that seemed to have faded over time referring to something about how he died, and who was responsible for it. Danny felt sick to realize that these stones marked the graves of those who died in some battle during the American Revolution.

            Her eyes looked down to her costume, that she and her mother had modified from a blue American regular uniform into a dress as her costume. Her eyes went as wide as she turned to look at him, seeing that he wore red . . . and she wore blue. When it seemed that she had realized who he was, he was ready to finish his task. The ghostly apparition raised his sword and walked towards her. “NO, no PLEASE! I’m not who you think I am!!” She cried as she found her back hitting against the stone again. Her hands reached out hoping that he would show her mercy, “STOP! NOOOO!!”

            When he swung his sword she had cowered down hard against the ground and the stone, and after a few moments she opened an eye finding that she wasn’t dead. Her eyes moved up to see that he was still standing over her, as if he was just waiting for something. Danny just slowly rose from where she was, finding that there wasn’t a mark or a wound on her anywhere. She kept her eyes on him as she moved behind the stone putting it between them. What on earth was going on?

            Suddenly, she felt something wet on her hands as they rest over his stone and she looked down finding blood flowing from her hands onto the grave marker. Her hands started to shake as she stepped back finding wounds starting to appear on her hands where their were none before. “Oh my God . . . . oh GOD!” She cried as she could see more blood popping up all over her clothing and body where there were no cuts, no scrapes, nothing that would lead to her bleeding like this. She started to rub her hands over her dress hoping that maybe she’d wake up from this dream.

            The figure just stood there, and as her blood that came from her hands dripped slowly down the headstone that bore his name, his figure began to change rapidly. The clothes he had been wearing started to regain their bright color, and the tears and tatters began to fade.

            “Stop . . stop . . make it STOP.” Danny was crying hysterically now as she rubbed her hands over her body harder now, not believing that this could be happening to her. The young girl fell to the ground still starring at her hands, shaking from head to toe.

            It wasn’t to long before the figure approached her and she had to look at him through tear filled eyes feeling her body growing weak and everything was getting colder somehow. He kneeled down beside her and chuckled as he reached out and turned her face up towards his, “Thank you ever so much.” He said as he sort of dried her tears disingenuously. The color in her eyes was starting to fade and she found it difficult to speak. The dark figure took a knife from his boot that had now become as solid and real as he had, holding it down to his side out of her sight.

            “Make . . . please make it stop . . . make it stop.” She whispered, as her body started to twitch and writhe. He just looked at her with a small smile on his lips.

            “If that is what you wish.” With in seconds of his words, he thrust the dagger into her chest seeing her eyes go wide as her body tensed tight. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, almost as if giving her the kiss of death. Then he twisted the blade in her chest before jerking it out.

            The man wiped his knife off on her clothing before replacing it and straightening his jacket. What little was left of him that needed to be repaired, was instantly made whole and alive once again when Danny’s life left her body.

            He looked around a moment, before walking over and picking up his sword replacing it in it’s sheath before chuckling evilly to himself disappearing through the fog into the woods.

            The next morning, people came looking for Danny. The parents of her friends that had ditched her, her mother, and several police officers with dogs came upon the cemetery. It only took a few moments for them to find her.

            She was laid out on her back as if she had simply been thrown on top of the long deceased Colonel; a deep cut that reached from ear to ear and her body white and gray in the postmortem sign of death. Blood smeared on the tombstone that she lay by, and blood over her body that covered her skin and dress. Her mother screamed as she started to run towards her daughter, only to be stopped by one of the policemen. She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest weeping uncontrollably.

            The man in charge of the search operation moved closer and squatted down beside Danny’s body. There were boot marks that walked away from the scene, even though there were no prints walking towards it. Something caught his eye, and he reached down picking up two coins that had been left by her head. Silver coins, which were used once upon a time to cover the eyes of the deceased, so that they could pay the fairy man to take them across the river of death. They were extremely old, minted before the country had even become a country. It was a mystery. One that seemed like it would never be solved with no sort of evidence, and no clue as to who could have brutally murdered a young high school girl.

            The next night, the girl who had been the leader of the group who had run through the cemetery on Halloween night, lay asleep in bed. A sudden chill in the room woke her as she opened her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t alone and she sat up sharply seeing a dark figure dressed in strange clothing that she had never seen before standing at the foot of her bed with a sword by his side. She started to back away finding nowhere to go but against the wall and pulled the blanket up over her to her neck hoping it was a bad dream.
            A evil smile just tugged at the corner of the mans mouth, as he just watched the fear in the girl grow. He drew his sword slowly making that terrible sound that sent chills up people’s spines. She started to hyperventilate as he moved closer and stood over her. She was not the first, nor would she be the last. He grinned wildly as she finally found the air to scream, “Hello Mary.”
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