horror tales 1&2

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1:"A TALE OF DEATH"....the air was thick with the smell of death. every one cowerd under a sheet in the tent..."what was that?" a man shouted...then loud groans were heard from out side...everyone became quiet..."what was that ?" a man said after geting the courage to speak..."who's there!?!"another shouted..silence..a slow stench took over the tent 'i cant breath!!" another shouted.."who's out there!!".."what do u want!?"... no reply...just moaning....just foot steps..."oh god!!" .just then a child's cry screeched over the moans..."kelly!!" a woman screamed "she's out there!" she ran for the tents opening but was held back kicking and screaming --"i want my baby!.".... "ill get her...." a man said in a low tone"....darkness..all around darkness, his hand in front of his face...nothing...the moaning stoped...he steped foward...still no sounds heard..he released the breath he helt...the smell of rott over powerd his senses...he coffed..3 times and begain his search for the young child ...the thick stench was every were...still he pushed on thru the shrubs and tree branches that clutterd the path. his mind begain to race..he wonderd if the power at the cabin by the lake still worked,and if the gibsons were allright...he pushed on still...trying to find his way in the darkness to the lake...luck was on his side, the clouds broke "thank god!" he said to himself,as the moon exposed the cabin...by the lake.....he opened the door...the place was thick with flies,rotting food clutterd the table wich was in the middle of the first room of the cabin.."charles!" he shouted....no answer..."charles!!'...again no answer..

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the boards on the cabin floor creaked as he made his way to the door to the next room....he opend the door....."charles!?!"...."mrs gibson!?!?"....no answer still....a glance at the bed reveled what looked like some one sleeping...or what appeared to be sleeping..."is that u charles!?"......the figure gave no reply..."mrs gibson!??!"....closer he crept to the bed....suddenly the figure gave a jerking motion....then another..."charles!?"...no reply...a loud moan filled the air..."uhhhuhuhuhuhuh"...."charles!!" he screamed...."uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!!!" again....the moans were so loud them man's blood ran cold..."charles what the fuck is going on!!?!?" again silence...the figure in the bed begain to rise....as it rose the sheet began to slowly drop from the body..."charles!!" the man screamed...again moans..."uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh"...the sheet slowly revealed the figure....and the man soon came to the reality .....the moans...the moans of pain...were that of a daying man!...the figure stood up....the sheet droped to the floor...the man stood in horror at what he saw...the figure that once was coverd was now exposed...its was charles,or what seemed to be charles...the eyes of charles..blank..and cold...not realy noticing the man...but watching his every move...the body swayed back and forth...as its eyes stared at the man...blood from the bite marks on the figure's neck spilled....bloody clothes..the back of its head seemed to have been ripped open...the horror struck man couldint move as the figure slid across the room towards him...

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"charles!" he screamed..."whats wrong!?!?!".....closer the figure came...."charles no!!".....the figure grabbed the mans arm..."no!" he shouted as he tried to pull away....the lock on his arm was tight..."let go!" he shouted..."arrrrrhh"...the figure bit a chunk out of the mans arm...."shit!!!" he screamed...."oh god!' he said as he finaly broke the figures grip....blood gushed fron the wound...."aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!"...he realized the figure was now apon his legs...."let go!!"....."oh god aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!"....now his leg sufered the same fate....he fell to the floor in shock and pain...still the figure came back for more...ripping his stomach open like a trash bag...blood every were as the figure began to fest on his intestins...blood coverd the mans face as he tried to scream..."kelly...."...he whisperd in a low tone as a child arose from under the bed...the young child stumbled towards the helpless man, as blood driped from the bite marks in its neck...."kelly ...."..the man whisperd again ...no answer was replied as the child bent down and began to feast on the dying mans neck...slience.

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2:"THE EYES OF LUCIFER".. Shadows filled the room exposing shapes and figures of Ugly sights of death and dispair. "father..Are u home?" Jacob guesed his father was still at the mill,puting in extra hours as usual. As jacob passed his parents room. The door was half open. He stoped and peeked inside.His stepmother slept in the bed with her back to the bedroom door. With out a second peek he headed for his room. He allways knew his stepmother hated him, so geting yelled at for peekinG was not an option. It was late. Jacob having allready ate at a friends house, decided to head to bed early. As he layed in the bed his mind dewlt on past arguements with his stepmother. Times when she wished him dead,and other times when he was sent to bed with out supper,while his father was away at work late. Several times he told his father about the beatings and going to bed hungry. Allways the same reply " Respect your stepmother she loves u like her own!" Jacob knew this was a lie, He never listend. Jacob was glad he ate at a friends house before coming home. He wished his real mother was alive..He missed her. The room was dark except for the glow of the moon that shown thru cracks in the curtian. Jacobs mind was half sleep,almost in dream. Rembering his lost mother. He heard a noise while half sleep, just a dream he thought. Again a noise..He sat up..in the dark and listend. All quiet.He got up and went to the bedroom door,and listend No sound. Slowly he opend the door. Down the hallway jacob could see the light to his parents bed room was on and the door open. He walked with a quick pace hopeing to see his father back from work. He looked in the room, It was well lit. The bed was still unmade, his stepmother was not in it. Jacobs eyes slowly paned the room.There he saw her,with her back to him standing half way in the bed room closet. "Why are u here?" She asked in a low tone..."

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"Is father home?' he answerd. "Why are u here?" She asked again "Father,i thought"..."Stop with that shit!!" She snaped. Jacob stood still stareing at her back. "And once more" she said in a low tone. "Why are u here?"
Jacob didnt answer, trying to find the right words. His stepmother started to walk backwards,giggling,like a child. Walking as if she was forward..."Father?" he started. She stoped. "They would mix my blood with piss and shit. So that we could drink to our god,satan!!" with that she quickly turned around..Jacob gasped. Her eyes were protruded out of her sockets. Blood trickled from the corners of her eyes as tho she were crying blood. She opend her mouth in a yawning motion. As blood gushed from her lips,strident screams came from her being. Her eyes pail white in his direction.she took one step twards jacob. A water fall of blood fell from beneth her night gown and onto the floor. "Oh my god!!" jacob screamed. "You can pray all you want,its no use,the heavens are deaf!!!" she shouted as she lunged twards him. Jacob in a panic ran down the dark hallway,with his stepmother in chase,Stretching to grab him. He could feel her cold finger tips on his shoulders as he ran. With a slip at the edge of the staircase jacob tumbled down. On his back looking up he could see his stepmother,with glowing eyes,and blood driping from under her night gown,slowly coming down the stairs,giggling. Shaking the fall off jacob made his way to the kitchen were he grabed a knife,and quickly turned around. A loud sound as if a knife cutting a watermelon was heard. The stepmother landed on the floor with the knife sticking from her stomach. Jacob quickly grabed the knife from the stomach of his step mother, and in a blind rage closed his eyes and stabed again,and again, at anything that he thought was trying to harm him.

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Rain fell as the preacher spoke. Jacob's father was sobbing quietly in his hands. It seemed to rain harder as the words "Ashes to ashes,Dust to dust" left the preachers lips. Jacob's father hadin't spoken to him since he found him coverd in blood,and his wife dead. It was a long ride home. Jacob, not being able to sleep, was dozeing. Dreams of his lost mother again filled his head. Jacob felt the car stop. His father with tears in his eyes, got out of the car. He went into the house,up the stairs and into his room,and slamed the door,while jacob was still behind him. Jacob stood outside his fathers room,listing to him cry. Thru the keyhole he could see his father lieing in the bed with his back to the door,still sobbing. Jacob went to his room, he looked out the window. Daydreaming again,watching the sun set. A noise broke his dream. Again he heard the noise. Jacob opened his door and looked in the hallway. He could see that his father's door was open and the light in the room was on. Walking into his fathers room he heard him muttering something,but couldint make it out. "Father?" he said as he went in. His father,half way in the bedroom closet,Asked,"Why are you here?" And with that he turned around. "Oh my god!!" jacob screamed. "You can pray all you want." his father said. "But its no use...The heavens are deaf!!!"

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"ONLY IN OCTOBER"..."And doctor,he was found at the bottom of the steps leading to elm street with his head turned completly around,facing backwards." Was heard from the television in father ryan's room. Only being a priest for a year,he went over his notes nervously. Trying to rember what he had learned. "I mention it only in passing..i can allways tell the judge it was a matter of confession". Thoes words cought his attention as he turned the television off and headed for the door. A cold october night,his breath made clouds as he walked. Watching cars pass by.children playing,Giggling Leaves blowing in the cold wind. He tightend his over coat and speeded his pace. It was 10'clock when father ryan made it to the doyle's door. The porch light was still on. he rang the doorbell. A man came to the door with tears in his eyes. "Father machellin?" he asked. "No,father ryan" replied the priest. "Sorry" Replied doyle. "Please come in father". "Thank you". As father ryan enterd the room.He saw that candles were lit on a coffey table. Next to a crucifix. "Ill take your coat". Father ryan handed mr doyle his over coat."When can u start?" asked mr doyle. "I think its best to wait for father machellin" father ryan said."She's worse father" "how so?" father ryan said while standing up. "Her skin,i dont know,father." father ryan stoped him. Mr doyle buried his face in the priest shoulders,sobbing. Father ryan tried to calm him."Father..please help her!" In his mind,father ryan wanted to console mr doyle. He had never encounterd anything like this. He was unready. Unsure of himselfHe felt lost also scared. Father ryan opened his bag and took out his bible containing the old and new testament. He began to pray to himself.he made his way down the basement stairs.The way was dark except for candle light that was shining from below. Light mixed with shadow. Exposed the edge of the bed.

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A draft made the candle light flicker. He could see that the woman was straped down at the top of the bed because the flickering light showed her right arm...Heavy breathing sounds filled the room..It was cold. "Father." a voice called,"Help me". The priest sat down in front of the bed. "How can i help u my child?" he said as he paused to sit his bag down."Father." The voice said,"We know". "What do u know?" "Ahahhahahahaah" the voice echoed tru out the basement. "You think u can take her from us? We will not let u!"...."Why are u here?" replied the priest. The room was silent. Candles flickerd.."This bitch,Arggggggg!!,This fat bitch!!".The voice seemed to be in pain. Father ryan took out is purple stole,and kissed it. "Whats that?!" the voice asked. The priest didnt answer."Keep that shit away from me!!" The priest picked up a candle and walked closer to the woman. He held the light close to her face. Exposing her features. The scratches. On her face were still bleeding. her eyes were roling up and down in the sockets. Black slime driped from her lips. Father ryan droped the candle in horror. "Do u like what u see priest?!Ahahahahahahahaah!!,Coward!!! I wont leave untill she rots,Hanging from a rope,Suicide!!,Ahahahahahahaahahah!!' Father ryan picked up the unlit candle and set it down on the table by the bed. "Even in hell he is thinking of way to kill and molest his child!!" "Who?" the priest asked. "So nosey. So much time". Father ryan reached in his bag,and pulled his falsk of holy water. He sprinkled the water in a cross motion over the body. "In the name of our lord." "Arrrggggggghhhh!!!" The woman's body arched and twisted in what seemed like pain. "Aarrrrggghhhhhh!!" again she screamed. Father ryan lit another candle,and waived it over the womans face. Her eyes were closed. Still breathing the cold air. The priest took the stole in his hand and placed it on the womans forehead. A light groan came from her lips as he did so.

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The flickering candle the priest held,exposed parts of her body. Showing her chest and stomach. The priest eyes were fixed on the womans chest area. Were he saw a mark. a mark of a inverted pentagram and goats head enclosed in two circles. His eyes were on the mark. He could not move them. "Father we know!" "We know father!!". "Ahahahaha!!" the voice startled him. He looked around at the deformed face."What do u know?" "We know what u do to alter boys!" "We know!!" "Hehehehehe.." "Slience!!" the priest shouted. "We know!!!!" "Heheheheh!!" "Lies!!" father ryan screamed. "WE KNOW!!!!" "Shut up u demon!!! "FATHER DONT!!" The woman yelled in a childs voice.."Shut up!!"..."NO FATHER...PLEASE STOP!!!...HEHEHEHEHE!" "Shut up..shut up." "YOUR HURTING ME FATHER!!" "Shut up...Shut up...Shut up!" The father said with tears in his eyes "WHY ARE U DOING THIS TO ME FATHER!?!?" again in a childs voice. "Please shut up...Please.." "FATHER RYAN,THE LITTLE COCK SUCKER!!!...."Shut up!!" The priest said as he lept on the woman with crucifix in hand. "FATHER RYAN THE LITTLE BOY FUCKER!!" "HEHEHEHEHEHE." "Shut up!!!!" the priest screamed as he stabed the woman in the forehead. "FATHER RYAN!!" He stabbed again. "FATHER RYAN!!" Again he stabbed. "FA...THER.." "Shut up..."shut up shut up!!!" The priest screamed as he stabed again, blood flying in his face. "Shut up...Shut up...Shut up!!! "Arms grabbed the preist from behind. It was father machellin. The body of the woman layed lifeless as father ryan cried on his knees,with his face in his hands. The cold october wind came. And all the candles went out.