1 ~¤~¡Creepy LiL ødd Störíes!~¤~
By David Ring
Disclaimer: Everything here is original and mine. Do not steal
Authors notes: I plead Insanity…………
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¡Creepy lil odd story#1: Raymon!
The autumn leaves crinkled and crunched as people were rushed out of the building in to the cold stale air to witness the horrific event. It was the middle of the day but the sun had shined its last for the time being. Dark clouds moved in overhead and thunder rumbled through the sky.
Big muscular men in black robes pushed, shoved, and gathered the men, women, and children outside. Some thought these men to be the henchmen of Satan himself. Whenever they attended, whatever it was, it was sure to be anther tragic event in the history of the town. The men woman and children stood out side in the cold, lost, and confused. Stunned in bewilderment and anxious to get whatever deed was to come over with.
They slowly began to form a crowd outside in the old church courtyard. The sky grew darker still and a chillful wind began to blow. Some of the woman and children cried. Others stood in waiting terrified of what was to come. A creaking noise could be heared from the window shutters that moved lightly in the wind. The men began to talk loudly amongst themselves. Some of their conversations turned to fights over who was most likely or deserving to die on this Mays eve.
Tears, cries, shouts, and fists filled the air until a sudden hush came over them all. The ground began to shake. The crowed back away from the walls in the back of the courtyard and everyone gathered in the middle, hoping the rickety old church would not fall over on them all. The bushes sank in to the ground until they were consumed with dirt. In their place something began to rise.
The crowed drew back farther; the people on the outer edge were pushed against the brick walls behind them. Some of the curious children left their dismal places in the crowed to run up front, where the ground was playing its odd deed, only to run back in fear from the flames that began to rise around the blocks of wood that were rising from the ground. Each about six yards apart, seven rectangular burning pieces of wood were descending from the dirt. Faster and faster they emerged, to only stop, for a moment, then continued going onward at the far ends.
The wooden blocks began to tower over everyone. It wasn't clear yet what they were, or what their purpose was, or why they never really burned from the fire that flickered and chased away all the curiosities that came close. The fire seemed to have mind of its own. Some even said that if you looked close you could see flaming souls burning in the black of the fire and if you listened carefully you could hear their cries straight from hell.
Soon it became clear what was coming from the ground. A frame of two upright posts and a transverse beam stood before everyone. The gallows began to slow in their rising and it had become clear someone at least seven people were to join the screaming souls in the fire. Seven were marked to die that night as the ropes let them selves loose and fell from the high horizontal post that stood atop the vertical. Loops were tied at the end to form a loop. The henchman in their tight leather suits could barley see through their masks as they reached up to test the hold and strength of the noose. Seven, one for each post. The gallows stood tall beckoning the crowd in their frozen silence. All who watched felt the terror and anxiety in the air. The henchmen all looked up and signaled, the gallows were ready.
"Let my holiday begin!" Cried a low, small, but load British voice from the back. Everyone turned their eyes way from the frightful sight before them to see whom had broken the silence. A boy, fourteen years of age, in a black, old fashioned, 17th century out fit elegantly stepped up from the back of the crowed. Four more henchmen followed around him acting as guards. He gestured with his left hand to a member of his guard and they lifted him up on to a podium of wood topped with a metal platform surrounded by spikes, which everyone swore had not been there before, but who was to notice if it was, with the feats that the crowd had been completely transfixed on before. The boy glared at everyone and there was something unmistakably evil about his presence, especially in his eyes.
"Raymon, what are you?" a tall man yelled out angrily from the front of the crowed. "You're a monster!"
The boy whose name was in fact Raymon sneered at the man and once again gestured to his guard with his left hand. One of the guards stepped out of their fixed placement and grabbed the man covering his mouth and effortlessly dragged him off. Back in to the darkness of the halls. A woman nearby fell to her knees and began to cry, obviously the mans wife whom knew she'd never see him again. The Crowd gasped and trembled, Raymon motioned for them to grow silent, as they did immediately, and Raymon put a hand up to his ear. In the silence the muffled screams of the tortured soul, of the man formerly mentioned, could be heard. A smile shadowed across Raymons' face until, moments later, a loud creaking sound ended the silent screams.
"Well," Raymon began looking down upon the crowed and smiling "With out further a due, let us begin." He paused when he looked directly on the crying woman, as if in deep thought then quickly shook it off. "Bring in the girls!" he yelled quickly across the yard.
The doors on the opposite side of the yard from the gallows burst open. A fog leaked out of the dark hall, then a murderous scream emerged and stung the ears of its courtyard audience. Then in the door way stood another of the henchmen, holding by the hair a young blonde girl. Sue, everyone knew her, she was known as one of the sweetest girls in the town. It was unknown why anyone would want to harm her of all people. The henchman wait a few minutes then stepped down on to the dirt of the outside ground.
"Wait!," Raymon yelled " I want to see them bleed and hear their agonizing screams." he added with a Sharpe evil tone. He raised his hand against an unseen force and the ground began to shake again. The crowed backed away from a dividing force and a straight path of sharp razors arose from the ground. The henchman stepped down again and walked across the path with ease his feet never falling in to the razors as is he was walking on water. The girl, Sue, was not so fortunate. The blade striped across her back and slashed at her kicking arms and drops of blood fell around her. Her screams could not be heard. Raymon wanted that pleasure for himself.
Then another henchman entered the doorway and followed in the others footsteps, dragging behind him another blonde young girl, about seventeen, whom no one had known. Her screams could be seen, but were not heard Raymon wanted them for his own. Once the second was passing the podium which Raymon stood on and peered down and mocked his passers by, another henchman stepped out of the exit and followed the others routine. No one in the crowd could bear to watch any longer. He dragged, by the leg, yet another blonde young woman. She scratched at the threshold of the school but her efforts failed. It seemed she screamed the most of all as the razors slit her breast, but no one really heard except Raymon.
Then another and another, this routine was followed three more times, all girls being dragged by muscular henchman, all of them blonde. Until finally the seventh doomed was reached. She seemed to resist more then all the rest. She fought her pain well and struggled hard but as her bloody butchered body reached the end of the path of relentless pain she glanced up at the other six bleeding, blood dripping from the gallows that held them, and she gave up and let herself die before she could be hung. Her body was thrown in to the fire, her soul scorned forever. Her screams were not uttered but from the demons.
The other six stood on pedestals, barely alive and noosed under their gallows. Their tears mixed with their blood as the liquids streamed down their bodies and hissed in the fire. Their clothing and feet were slowing burning in the flames of the gallows. Still, the gallows themselves never fully burned. Raymon lifted his left hand, and then lowered it in a quick motion as he bowed toward the girls. The crowed heard six faint breathless screams as the pedestals gave way to the fire and fell into ash.
The bodies fell. Their blood ran forward and splattered the towns people, whose own blood ran even colder then it already had. Woman, children, men cried and mourned the loss and fought with their emotions. Slowly the darkness disappeared, the wind began to slow, and the metal podium and the boy who stood on it had disappeared. The henchmen were all gone. And all that was left standing was a church and against it seven burning gallows and six unidentifiable bodies looming from them, until finally they burned down as well.
Seven were marked, eight had died, and many had cried a mournful cry and in the end we say goodbye, 'till next time when horror fills their faces in Raymons dark eyes. And life still goes on in the town.
¤~~~~~~¤ Cø/\/\íñg next \/\/eek:: Tales frøm the Valley ¤~~~~~~¤
By David Ring
Disclaimer: Everything here is original and mine. Do not steal
Authors notes: I plead Insanity…………
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
¡Creepy lil odd story#1: Raymon!
The autumn leaves crinkled and crunched as people were rushed out of the building in to the cold stale air to witness the horrific event. It was the middle of the day but the sun had shined its last for the time being. Dark clouds moved in overhead and thunder rumbled through the sky.
Big muscular men in black robes pushed, shoved, and gathered the men, women, and children outside. Some thought these men to be the henchmen of Satan himself. Whenever they attended, whatever it was, it was sure to be anther tragic event in the history of the town. The men woman and children stood out side in the cold, lost, and confused. Stunned in bewilderment and anxious to get whatever deed was to come over with.
They slowly began to form a crowd outside in the old church courtyard. The sky grew darker still and a chillful wind began to blow. Some of the woman and children cried. Others stood in waiting terrified of what was to come. A creaking noise could be heared from the window shutters that moved lightly in the wind. The men began to talk loudly amongst themselves. Some of their conversations turned to fights over who was most likely or deserving to die on this Mays eve.
Tears, cries, shouts, and fists filled the air until a sudden hush came over them all. The ground began to shake. The crowed back away from the walls in the back of the courtyard and everyone gathered in the middle, hoping the rickety old church would not fall over on them all. The bushes sank in to the ground until they were consumed with dirt. In their place something began to rise.
The crowed drew back farther; the people on the outer edge were pushed against the brick walls behind them. Some of the curious children left their dismal places in the crowed to run up front, where the ground was playing its odd deed, only to run back in fear from the flames that began to rise around the blocks of wood that were rising from the ground. Each about six yards apart, seven rectangular burning pieces of wood were descending from the dirt. Faster and faster they emerged, to only stop, for a moment, then continued going onward at the far ends.
The wooden blocks began to tower over everyone. It wasn't clear yet what they were, or what their purpose was, or why they never really burned from the fire that flickered and chased away all the curiosities that came close. The fire seemed to have mind of its own. Some even said that if you looked close you could see flaming souls burning in the black of the fire and if you listened carefully you could hear their cries straight from hell.
Soon it became clear what was coming from the ground. A frame of two upright posts and a transverse beam stood before everyone. The gallows began to slow in their rising and it had become clear someone at least seven people were to join the screaming souls in the fire. Seven were marked to die that night as the ropes let them selves loose and fell from the high horizontal post that stood atop the vertical. Loops were tied at the end to form a loop. The henchman in their tight leather suits could barley see through their masks as they reached up to test the hold and strength of the noose. Seven, one for each post. The gallows stood tall beckoning the crowd in their frozen silence. All who watched felt the terror and anxiety in the air. The henchmen all looked up and signaled, the gallows were ready.
"Let my holiday begin!" Cried a low, small, but load British voice from the back. Everyone turned their eyes way from the frightful sight before them to see whom had broken the silence. A boy, fourteen years of age, in a black, old fashioned, 17th century out fit elegantly stepped up from the back of the crowed. Four more henchmen followed around him acting as guards. He gestured with his left hand to a member of his guard and they lifted him up on to a podium of wood topped with a metal platform surrounded by spikes, which everyone swore had not been there before, but who was to notice if it was, with the feats that the crowd had been completely transfixed on before. The boy glared at everyone and there was something unmistakably evil about his presence, especially in his eyes.
"Raymon, what are you?" a tall man yelled out angrily from the front of the crowed. "You're a monster!"
The boy whose name was in fact Raymon sneered at the man and once again gestured to his guard with his left hand. One of the guards stepped out of their fixed placement and grabbed the man covering his mouth and effortlessly dragged him off. Back in to the darkness of the halls. A woman nearby fell to her knees and began to cry, obviously the mans wife whom knew she'd never see him again. The Crowd gasped and trembled, Raymon motioned for them to grow silent, as they did immediately, and Raymon put a hand up to his ear. In the silence the muffled screams of the tortured soul, of the man formerly mentioned, could be heard. A smile shadowed across Raymons' face until, moments later, a loud creaking sound ended the silent screams.
"Well," Raymon began looking down upon the crowed and smiling "With out further a due, let us begin." He paused when he looked directly on the crying woman, as if in deep thought then quickly shook it off. "Bring in the girls!" he yelled quickly across the yard.
The doors on the opposite side of the yard from the gallows burst open. A fog leaked out of the dark hall, then a murderous scream emerged and stung the ears of its courtyard audience. Then in the door way stood another of the henchmen, holding by the hair a young blonde girl. Sue, everyone knew her, she was known as one of the sweetest girls in the town. It was unknown why anyone would want to harm her of all people. The henchman wait a few minutes then stepped down on to the dirt of the outside ground.
"Wait!," Raymon yelled " I want to see them bleed and hear their agonizing screams." he added with a Sharpe evil tone. He raised his hand against an unseen force and the ground began to shake again. The crowed backed away from a dividing force and a straight path of sharp razors arose from the ground. The henchman stepped down again and walked across the path with ease his feet never falling in to the razors as is he was walking on water. The girl, Sue, was not so fortunate. The blade striped across her back and slashed at her kicking arms and drops of blood fell around her. Her screams could not be heard. Raymon wanted that pleasure for himself.
Then another henchman entered the doorway and followed in the others footsteps, dragging behind him another blonde young girl, about seventeen, whom no one had known. Her screams could be seen, but were not heard Raymon wanted them for his own. Once the second was passing the podium which Raymon stood on and peered down and mocked his passers by, another henchman stepped out of the exit and followed the others routine. No one in the crowd could bear to watch any longer. He dragged, by the leg, yet another blonde young woman. She scratched at the threshold of the school but her efforts failed. It seemed she screamed the most of all as the razors slit her breast, but no one really heard except Raymon.
Then another and another, this routine was followed three more times, all girls being dragged by muscular henchman, all of them blonde. Until finally the seventh doomed was reached. She seemed to resist more then all the rest. She fought her pain well and struggled hard but as her bloody butchered body reached the end of the path of relentless pain she glanced up at the other six bleeding, blood dripping from the gallows that held them, and she gave up and let herself die before she could be hung. Her body was thrown in to the fire, her soul scorned forever. Her screams were not uttered but from the demons.
The other six stood on pedestals, barely alive and noosed under their gallows. Their tears mixed with their blood as the liquids streamed down their bodies and hissed in the fire. Their clothing and feet were slowing burning in the flames of the gallows. Still, the gallows themselves never fully burned. Raymon lifted his left hand, and then lowered it in a quick motion as he bowed toward the girls. The crowed heard six faint breathless screams as the pedestals gave way to the fire and fell into ash.
The bodies fell. Their blood ran forward and splattered the towns people, whose own blood ran even colder then it already had. Woman, children, men cried and mourned the loss and fought with their emotions. Slowly the darkness disappeared, the wind began to slow, and the metal podium and the boy who stood on it had disappeared. The henchmen were all gone. And all that was left standing was a church and against it seven burning gallows and six unidentifiable bodies looming from them, until finally they burned down as well.
Seven were marked, eight had died, and many had cried a mournful cry and in the end we say goodbye, 'till next time when horror fills their faces in Raymons dark eyes. And life still goes on in the town.
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