NIGHTMARES
A COLLECTION OF GHOSTLY TALES
INTRO
This is a collection of ghost stories; which has stories derived from Urban Legends. These things will haunt you in your dreams even if they aren't true, as you won't know; these things could happen to anyone, anytime. So sit back, enjoy and enter the world of Nightmares.
CHAPTER 1
BLACK AGNES
There was once a club, an exclusive club. The only way to join was to pass a test. The test seemed simple enough, but no one had completed it. The only members of this club were the founders.
The test was to sleep in the arms of Black Agnes. Black Agnes is a statue in the local cemetery which was surrounded by legends. One was that Black Agnes was the wife of a very rich man. One day she heard a rumor that her husband was cheating on her, and she committed suicide thinking it was true. After hearing this news the husband was very grief stricken, and decided to build a statue of her in the cemetery. He stayed in the arms of the statue for that night crying for his lost love. When the caretaker was walking through the cemetery the next morning he saw the husbands body lying dead in her arms. From then on she got the name Black Agnes and anyone that slept in her arms died.
Everyone that had attempted to become a part of the group mentioned before always chickened out. But Cindy was one girl that would never back down from anything. And she had her eye on joining that group.
The group called themselves The Fallen; Cindy found this out after approaching them and asking about their club.
"You want to join then meet us tonight, 10 o'clock, down at the cemetery" the tallest of The Fallen had said to her.
So that night Cindy walked down to the cemetery and arrived there right on time. After about half an hour she started to wonder if they would ever show up.
It was cold now, and the wind had picked up steadily.
When it got to 11 o'clock Cindy started to walk away, but before she got two steps away a voice carried through the wind to her.
"Are you ready?"
She swung around towards the voice and saw The Fallen members standing in the cemetery gate.
She nodded her head to say she was ready. The tallest member stepped forward and whispered "Then let's go meet Black Agnes."
The Fallen group walked through the cemetery, weaving through gravestones and statues with Cindy just behind them.
They stopped at a large, black statue of a woman with her arms outstretched.
"This is Black Agnes, who we call the Goddess of Death or the Goddess of the Unexplained. Tonight you will be sleeping in her arms. In the morning you will be inducted into The Fallen, if you survive!" The tallest said again, who was obviously the leader.
A chorus of laughter came after this and they walked off.
Cindy climbed into the statues arms and laid down. The night air chilled her bones and she didn't have a sweater.
After an hour or so she started to feel scared, and for the first time in her life she felt like giving up, and fleeing from the statue.
But she didn't leave. She ignored her instinct and that very strange but very strong feeling nagging in the back of her head telling her to get the hell away from here.
Cindy closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, but when she did she heard a low whisper that seemed to come from the very wind that surrounded her.
"Cindy!"It called out,"Cindy, I'm coming for you!"
Cindy attempted to sit up but found she was frozen.
"Who's there?" Cindy called out, trying to make her voice sound confident but failed miserably.
"Cindy! Why are you here? Why are you mocking my life?" the voice cried out again, this time coming from right above her, from Black Agnes.
"Guys! If that's you I am so going to kick your asses!" Cindy called out, hoping it was the group trying to freak her out and this was all part of the test.
But that didn't explain her not being able to move, but she might just be frozen with terror, she thought.
After a few more moments of silence she heard a long stony creak from above her. She slowly craned her head up and saw that the statue had somehow turned its head around and was now staring right at her.
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Suddenly she felt a stony hand wrap around her neck and slowly tighten, suffocating her.
She kept on trying to scream, but she wasn't struggling, she couldn't struggle, she was frozen in place.
The hand continued to squeeze long after her mouth fell closed and her attempts at screams stopped.
The next morning The Fallen came to the statue, and to their horror they found that Cindy had stayed the night.
She lay dead in Black Agnes' arms with blood slowly dripping from her mouth, every bone in her neck shattered.
The Fallen disbanded after that day and swore to never go back to that cemetery, even after they died.
And now no one dares to go near the statue, of Black Agnes.