Sleepover
Chapter 6- Ghost Stories
Author's note and Disclaimer: All ghost stories used in this chapter are based off of actual stories. You have been warned…
The threesome decided, why sleep indoors when they could set up a tent in the backyard. Axel built the fire while Demyx and Roxas put up the tent. After the work was done the three sat around the toasty fire; roasting marshmallows.
"Hey guys?"
"What is it Roxas?" Axel asked.
"Wouldn't it be cool if we told some ghost stories?"
"Dude, that'd be sweet!" Demyx said.
"You wanna go first then?" Roxas asked.
"Sure, ahem. This is the tale of Lissa. The Opera house in old Northern Illinois has been a landmark for nearly a century. It is the host to the ghost of a tragic young actress. Her desire was to appear on stage, but because she did not get the role she desired; she jumped off the roof of the opera house. The actress's ghost, known as Lissa, has a peculiar effect upon young women who seek roles in the Opera house productions. Many have been seen in a hypnotized state attempting to plummet off the roof. Lissa herself has also been seen on many occasions; noted for being quiet beautiful…"
"Is there even a point to this story?" Axel asked.
"Umm no but it's a true story. I did hear that the ghost hasn't actually harmed anyone, but does like to pull pranks."
"Big deal; my turn," he took a flashlight and held it under his chin, "Can you imagine the horror of being buried alive? Of waking up to find yourself encased in a solid wooden box, buried underneath tons of tightly packed earth with no chance of escape? A young woman named Amber was spared that fate in a ghastly twist of luck. The woman had been ill for weeks, one morning her family found her 'dead'. Modern embalming methods were unknown at the time, so after a brief wake, the woman was buried in the local cemetery. On the night of the funeral, grave robbers dub her up. They wanted her beautiful ruby ring, and since they were having difficulty prying it off the finger; they decided to cut her finger off. As the knife split the woman's bony flesh, the woman's arm moved and she sat straight up and opened her eyes. The grave robbers fled the cemetery and the woman returned home to her family. She told them everything, how she was aware of what was happening around her and how the knife cutting into her skin caused her to regain her senses."
"That was a good one Axel, now Demyx will you please let me go?"
Demyx, who had been clinging to Roxas, blushed a light pink, "Oh sorry about that."
"Now it's my turn," Roxas held the flashlight under his chin and began, "Are ghosts naturally attracted to empty houses where they are less likely to be disturbed? Or do they prefer the company of living occupants? A stately mansion in Indianapolis is where our scene occurs; an old manor known as Hannah House. It was an old empty house, unoccupied for years; but eyewitnesses reported a mysterious man in a frock coat who wandered the hallways, of sickening smell of decaying flesh, of crashing glassware that is never found, of pictures that fall off the walls for no apparent reason and of numbing cold spots. They say that the mansion was used as a part of the underground railroad and that one night; a lantern tipped over, creating a fire that killed all of the slaves. The bodies were hidden in caskets beneath the floor. The ownership of the house kept on changing for several years after the death of the first owner of the house, each one died within weeks of moving in; then one day a know-it-all-virgin moved in. Her name was Nana and after only two days of living in that house; she left. When asked why she would leave such a beautiful manor, she claimed the place was haunted. She said that every night the hallways reeked with the odor of rotting flesh; and that no cleaning solution, perfume, or bleach could eliminate the smell. In addition, the door would swing open even when it was locked; and once open horrible shrieks would fill the room. But the thing that made her leave; was that on the second night, a blood-soaked apparition appeared before her and said…"
Demyx and Axel were leaning in very closely now, "What did it say?"
"It said GIVE ME YOUR FLESH! MUHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAAA!"
"AHHHHHH!" Demyx screamed.
"That was great," Axel said, "Umm Demyx, not only are you bad at this, but you're a wuss too."
"I am not, and I've got a great story. Alright here it goes," he pulled a note card out of his pocket and began to read from it, "This is the story of the possession of Stephanie Mac."
"Did you write this yourself? Or did you have someone write it for you?" Axel asked.
"I wrote it when I was bored on an assignment. Anyways; Stephanie was possessed by the Devil. When she was a teenager her father died; when he was alive they were constantly disputed. He cursed his daughter on his death bed; after his death, evil spirits seized control of her body. The girl suffered for years before her family finally decided that an exorcism was needed. She was brought to a convent and asked to lie still on a bed. Stephanie was held down by four nuns; as soon as the exorcist began reading the bible; the girl's body was hurled through the air and crashed into the wall across the room. Whenever she was touched by holy water she cursed uncontrollably before vomiting. This routine continued for days; until finally after 28 days, the devil abandoned the girl's body. Now that raises a question now doesn't it? Is there really such a thing as demonic possession? Is it possible that the girl was insane or epileptic? None the less, it is said that after the exorcism the Stephanie Mac lived a calm and peaceful life."
"Not bad Demyx," Roxas commented.
"At least there was a point to it this time," Axel added, "Alright Roxas you go again."
"Sure," He put the flashlight underneath his chin, "In the year 1929 Kat Bruster and her husband were at an auction. The bidding had been intense; many coveted the long, silver blade and the exquisitely carved handle inlaid with semi-precious stones. The knife gleamed in the afternoon sun; it looked like it had never been used, but with a Bowie knife nearly 100 years old that seemed impossible. The Brusters' bid the highest of the dozen persons seeking the knife. As they left with their treasure, a young man approached them. 'I'd like to buy that knife from you; I would have kept on biding but I'm short of money just now. If you give me that knife I'll pay you double what you paid.' The couple had never seen that man before, 'How do I know I will get the money?' the man asked. The young man pulled out a fifty dollar bill, 'I'll get the rest from my parents. Please, that knife is very dear to my family. That knife can bring riches and pleasure…or misery and death.' Kat's husband laughed at the man and began to drive off. 'You'll regret this day!' the young man shouted after them, 'I will get that knife one day! It will only bring you death!' The moment they got home, they locked the knife up in a box and hid the key. That night Kat awoke from a horrible dream; she looked to her husband who was gasping and shaking beside her. She reached for him, and all his trembling had stopped, he was dead. A week later, Kat's doctor was discussing her husband's death with her. 'It was so sudden it was as if someone had plunged a knife into his heart.' These words sent a chill up Kat's spine; she rushed home and went strait to the box where the knife was locked up. After opening the box her heart seemed to stop—the cursed knife was gone!"
There will be more ghost stories next time, so if you weren't in this one, you'll be there next time. I'm doing this so that if anyone else wants to be included, they have another chance. SO REVIEW NOW FOOLISH MORTALS!
Oh and if you guys want another chapter of pranks let me know what you wanna see and who you want it done to and I'll see what I can do.