Tales from Amity Park's Cemetery

Chapter three: A night to remember

It was an unusually cold night as the pale moon was glomming over a quaint field that most rational minds would avoid at any given time, Amity Park's cemetery, a terrible but wondrous place of morbid rest.

Tombstones from different eras were scattered across the graveyard creating a melancholic display of tall trees and bushes, random flowers unnatural to the land had grown due to the many visitors planting them for their bygone love ones.

Most of these flowers have withered and died with the passing of time leaving behind a gloomy husk. Among the tombstones stood small mausoleums, houses, for those who wanted a much more comfortable afterlife.

Greenish mist covered the soil breaking every so often upon touching the crypts and tombs, the silence fragmented due to a lonely rat digging a hole within an old half-buried grave following the promise of food.

From within the pitch-black darkness and for a singular moment came a flash, soon a dark hooded creature walked out from behind a mausoleum that had two large ghostly statues guarding the entrance.

"That's gonna get some few likes."- the hooded figure spoke while looking down at his smartphone.

It was then that the specter lifted the device overhead while doing a popular pose among the young that consisted of tilting its dark head to the side while making a peace sign with his free hand, despite the powerful flash, his face remained hidden away in a black void.

The creature then laid down over his side on a recently covered grave using his left hand to support his head while manipulating the phone with the right, a soft chuckled came from his hood-covered head upon seeing several thumbs up and hearts overflowing the screen.

"I rather spent my holidays south the border than here, they really know how to party with the death."- the hooded creature added "Ain't that right, Doris?"- A wicked burst of laughter followed up.

The sudden yet soft purring of an engine drew the attention of the hooded figure along with that of the rat towards the brick wall at the far end of the cemetery where a faint and vague light could be seen protruding by the fence's edge.

"Looks like we got some guests tonight, Doris."- the hooded figure continued.

A dark object suddenly flew over the fence that was easily three meters tall and moments after the silence took over once more, a series of groaning followed up once more perturbing the peace and quiet.

The form of a small female silhouette was soon seen struggling to climb over the tall brick fence, she nearly fell twice after losing her gripping making it clear that she wasn't in peak form nor was trained in scaling.

It was then that the girl fell off the fence landing on the ground with her butt and a loud thud was followed by a pain-filled moan, though managed to break her fall with the help of some half-dried bushes that partially rip her black jacket. It was clear that she felt more for her jacket than the fall.

A young girl with black hair fashioned into a bob haircut emerges from the bushes whipping dry leaves off her obscenely short skirt that showed more than what was commonly accepted, her top left most of her belly exposed.

Samantha Manson best known simply as Sam stood up trying to regain her senses from the fallen while scanning for any injuries that she might not be feeling yet, though so far hadn't found any making her rest feel reassured.

Despite being only fourteen years old, Samantha was considered by many of her schoolmates as a strong will girl and by lesser amounts, as a brave teen who didn't easily back down, though was a bit of a nightmare for her teachers due to these characteristics.

The girl was a self-proclaimed animal protector, carrying the self-imposed title of "Ultra-recycle vegetarian" meaning that she wouldn't eat anything that had a face, nevertheless, was also known for shoving her own beliefs down other people's throats.

Naturally, the girl caused a huge ruckus when Casper High school tried to use living frogs for vivisection during science class, she classified them as barbaric and even offered a robotic version that in her words worked better.

It was her vegetarianism that earned her much hate during several weeks as she managed to convince the school board to change the menu for a green option consisting of grass base sandwiches ironically named, Grass on a bun followed by a literal mud pie for dessert.

This menu didn't last more than a day after a group of students expose the teachers' private all meat banquet which upon becoming public knowledge led to an outrage among the PTA committee hence bringing back the old menu that had remained the same for fifty years.

The goth was already considered a bit of an outcast prior to the menu change, having no one to really call a friend save for two young boys from her class, Daniel and Tucker though seldom spent time with either of time aside from random outgoings.

She wasn't known only for her strong will and determination to save the planet through recycling, but mainly for her family wealth. It was rumored among the students that the Manson family had millions of dollars and owned dozens of cars.

Naturally, it was only a matter of time before a couple of greedy cheerleaders, Paulina Sanchez and her sidekick Star accompanied the young girl to her house in an effort to confirm if the rumors surrounding the goth were and to befriend her if that was the case.

Though the cheerleaders were initially denied admittance to the Manson manor by Sam who saw through their ruse and intentions of using it as her wallet under the disguise of friendship as it wasn't the first-time others had tried to take advantage of her financial wellbeing.

Nevertheless, were granted access thanks to Sam's mother, Pamela Manson who was most pleased to see her daughter finally bringing over the right kind of friends and not some crazy tree lovers as was often the case.

Word of the indoor cinema and Olympic size pool with its own mini-bar along with the vast gorgeous garden and expensive trinkets spread like wildfire across Casper High school, the goth was beyond disgusted upon seeing scores of students trying to befriend her out of nowhere.

The girl's constant lashing out eventually paid off as she was soon left alone, but it proves bothersome, even painful to be an outcast from almost all groups. Hardly anyone wanted to join her animal rights protests leading her to accept outside help.

Despite all her claims of being unique and never following the mainstream, she longs for acceptance from her peers eventually bringing her as many others before her to the internet. Sam didn't settle for talking about fashion, makeup, or playing video games for others.

She wanted adventure; urban exploring was that frontier, even if she had to do it alone. The goth had already explored the abandoned hospital and a few other forgotten locations while live streaming which gained her a bit of a following.

As much as the goth hated to admit, it was after ripping her mini skirt showing off her bat-stamped underwear during the exploration of the abandoned Ravenwood mental institute that her following exploded into the hundreds.

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Sam produced a simple-looking harness from her backpack that was moments later tightly strapped around her right shoulder and she then added a small high-definition camera link to her smartphone.

After a few quick preparations mainly consisting of the camera's functionality, making sure it was properly synchronized to her phone, and with her head movements showing just how to advance the device truly was that she let out an exasperated sigh.

The goth rolls her eyes over as she does the same with her already short miniskirt, putting it a few inches higher than commonly accepted and very near her butt making her feel extremely exposed.

"Gotta give your fans what they want."- The goth said to encourage herself upon recalling many unhealthy compliments from her followers, though none ever became rude or vulgar.

Sam was already accustomed to wearing a black top that left her belly out in the open followed by a miniskirt around school that made her mother half insane as she considered it overly vulgar.

It was soon after she started streaming her urban exploration videos that she came up with a character like many other streamers and Ghost Tubers did, Sam didn't want to imitate others but had to keep the trends.

The girl came up with a gothic adventure character that she based off on several comics and which consisted of a simple yet slightly sexualized version of her daily clothes consisting of a pair of knee-high stiletto boots with golden tips accompanied by a pair of purple stockings that she was very fond of.

This is followed by a pair of spike armguards tightly place around her forearms with matching gloves, a black leather vest with a skull on the back, and a pair of army pouches on her sides giving her a dashing look.

More importantly, was the long-serrated combat knife that she purposely places on her lower back followed by a gun holster that held an actual silver nine-millimeter handgun that many of her subscribers considered a fake.

In actually, she had begged, whined, and nearly cry to have such a weapon at her disposal despite not being a firearm enthusiast by any means, in fact, Sam loathed such items and regarded them with disgust.

Nevertheless, wanting to keep up with her gothic adventurer persona forced her to add both the handgun and combat blade, thankfully her father, Jeremy was an overly lenient and compliant man who had a very hard time saying no to her.

"Hey-hey everybody, this is yours truly Urban explorer, Shade, broadcasting live from the infamous Amity Park Cemetery."- the goth girl commented while looking at her cellphone. "As you all probably know, Amity Park Cemetery is not only the oldest Cemetery in the entire city but the only one. Kinda hard to believe for a city with four million residents, some considered it a city within a city."- Sam explained.

The goth wasn't exaggerating by any means as the cemetery had existed since the mid-1600s being the early colonials its first residents which led to the construction of the church in the center as the first official edifices to be erected by the old-world settlers.

With several square kilometers and rumored to have underground tunnels leading to catacombs and underground vaults, though most was deemed as nothing more than legends by the locals but the plague of 1793 and the war of 1812 both claiming the lives of hundreds if not thousands added veracity to the myths.

The girl let out a deep sigh as she activated the shoulder camera and officially started her Livestream, thumbs up and hearts along smiley faces instantly popped up on her cellphone screen making her feel more reassured.

It was then that a small drone started to fly in circles around Sam showing off her still developing figure before stationing behind her at an unusually low angle viewing most of the graveyard in front of her.

Sam hated using such low angles, and to show so much skin but there was an odd sense of acceptance whenever reading the encouraging comments, praising her courage for venturing to such places on her lonesome.

"Remember to join my channel and patron to gain access to the drone view."- Sam offered while winking at her phone as she officially started her exploration.

The girl blushed as she cursed the moment she was convinced by Danny and Tucker to trade her comfortable underwear in favor of a lewd thong, yet that simple string that run up her butt granted over 100,000 new subscribers and saved both boys from getting a beating by Sam.

It was abundantly clear that she didn't need the money, but figured the importance of setting boundaries and limits. She also made a mental note to thank Tucker for setting up her cameras and drone which made her exploration much easier.

The camera drone followed her like a loyal puppy keeping her and the scenery in full view though made kneeling extremely embarrassing due to her clothing. Danny was also to be thanked as he gave the girl near military instructions on what to take and do depending on the situation, teaching her how to scale and track, both traits he learned from his mother.

Despite not approving her urban exploration, both boys helped as much as they could earning themselves premium subscriptions to Sam's channel and never missed her streams. The girl wondered if they were really interested in her adventures or viewing her bottom.

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Even during the day, Amity Park cemetery was an intimidating sight, tenfold during the night. As gossip suggested, the place was fashion almost as a small city, with cobblestone streets big enough for a small car to transit with little resistance.

Every few blocks one could find resting areas similar to that of a park, even a water fountain though Sam was most hesitant to drink anything that came from the corpse-filled ground, she was most surprised to find a close gift shop.

The graveyard held many hills and even a lake at the lowest part, tall stone walls surrounded the place, it was during the early 1950s that the local government wanted to convert the cemetery into a tourist attraction.

But the morbidity of the suggestion and the open refusal of the residents prevented the cemetery from becoming a city attraction despite such places existing south the border with wondrous results especially during their yearly festivities of the Day of the dead.

Despite the intimidating aura the graveyard emitted along with the greenish mist around the ground, Sam could understand why the government wanted to make it into a tourist attraction.

The gothic and Victoria era mausoleums along with the excellent distribution of the tombstones made for an astonishing sight that could easily draw in several hundred. Such attractions weren't strange around the country.

"This is the amphitheater"- Sam said looking over at the old plaque next to the door.

It was instantly obvious no one had set foot in many years within the room, the shoulder camera showed six heavy-looking slabs neatly place in a circle around the center of the room next to a few carts with rusted embalming tools.

Half torn curtains were scattered across, a few empty lockers could be seen pressed against the wall giving a dooming sensation. One of Sam's subscribers wrote explaining that back in the 70s the cemetery had its own morgue but the amphitheater was built during the 1800s.

Sam could already feel her legs shaking in fear as she imagines dead people being prepared for the afterlife over those very same slabs, how many hundred had laid there? Without much more to see the girl walked out.

"I can't believe you're letting her do this!"- Pamela yelled at her husband. "First you let her run around showing her butt, then letting her go into abandoned places, the gun and now this! Are you insane?"- the woman ranted.

"Honey, she needs a hobby and besides, owning a gun is an American tradition"- Jeremy retorted. "What would our forefathers think if I denied her that right?"- the man stated more than asked.

The woman let out a deep annoyed groan as she had heard his excuses far too many times, never putting any limits or imposing his fatherly authority over the girl. Pamela had been called over to Casper high too many times.

Most recently for an anti-meat rally that Sam organized when her plant-based menu was removed from the cafeteria, Pamela had to admit that this urban exploration had put a stop to such activities.

Though it took a special amount of effort to ignore the low camera angle that showed parts no parent shouldn't be seeing from their daughter. Jeremey felt somewhat at ease upon seeing the comment were still civil and haven't felt to vulgarity.

Pamela had to admit there was a certain charm to the graveyard, even a romantic feel in seeing the many statues and mausoleums despite the hundreds of dilapidated headstones scattered across the screen.

"That's Amity Park's first church"- Sam said facing her cellphone.

More than a church, it resembled a modest size cathedral with nearly a hundred meters from front to back. A bell tower at the left side and with several rooms meant for the priest and nuns along with the volunteers that help maintain the place.

The screen was suddenly filled with hundreds of hearts, thumbs up, and smiley faces that encourages the girl to make her way towards the building. Having gained entry through the east side wall meant that her nearest point of entry was actually in the back.

It was a wonder as to why the building had been constructed conjoined to the cliffside, nevertheless, granted three main entrances. The first and main entrance was on the west side, opposite the cliff while the second was to the north.

Finally, the third entrance which Sam was to gain entry stood on top of the cliff making her wonder if it was a custom of the time. Both the goth and her parents who saw her adventure through the screen felt trepidation as Sam walked inside the old church that laid abandoned for the last one hundred years. It was pitched black.

Broken and half-rotten wooden walls shine under Sam's flashlight as the wooden floor creaked under her weight with the threat of breaking forcing the girl to be stealthy. Layers of dust, both on the furniture and floor lay testament to its age.

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Walking down the dark and silent corridor felt far more intimidating than strolling between the headstones just outside. Religious portraits and angelic fail to reassure Sam who tremble with each step, something her audience had picked up on.

"The house of… angels… as the… church was named…"- it was proving harder to utter complete sentences. "Was closed down…during 1890…"- Sam spoke to her cellphone in an effort to calm down.

Her posture had begun to arch and her steps became slower, the goth wanted to turn around and go home as she regretted ever coming to the graveyard but felt empowered upon reading the many encouraging comments save for those that spoke of her rear side.

The first room to enter was an old windowless office that held a fair number of books, most of the religious order, and some more related to the town's government. Her flashlight showed a door leading to what seemed to be a bedroom.

Upon lowering her light was that Sam noticed a dim light through an arc on the wall leading to what seemed to be a large balcony, there was a podium near the end which reminded her that the churches back in the 1700s all the way to the end of 1800s were used for witch trials.

"Ph'nglui yaah ot c' uh'eog. Nafl'fhtagn"- Sam heard before she could ponder on the many lives that had been unfairly ended in the name of fanaticism.

The girl instinctively pressed her body against the rotten wooden wall, thankful that her drone hardly made any sounds at all. Feeling brave or rather stupid, Sam crawled on her belly much to her viewers' delight towards the edge of the balcony.

By the alter stood over nearly twenty individuals covered from head to toe in a black hooded robe, the one leading the procession possessed a prominently female figure but was easily distinguished by her queer horned crown and thick book in her hand. More importantly, was the unmoving man that rested over the altar.

More strange chanting was soon heard coming from the hooded people in unison as they all held long thick candles in their hands. On closer inspection, Sam could distinguish what seemed to be roots coming from underneath their robes.

Fear began to embrace the young girl's heart as she watched with morbid fascination at the ritual taking place before her eyes, the viewer counter increased, though gave them no mind as she had forgotten about her stream.

Pamela had to be physically restraint from calling her daughter's cellphone by her husband who claimed such action would alert the cultists to Sam's presence, hence putting her in grave danger for they had not planned any such encounter.

The Manson family could only watch alongside the many viewers from Sam's live stream as the strange cultists chanted in a strange unfamiliar language that emanated malice with each syllable.

"I'm not so sure but I think that man is dead, he's too still to be unconscious."- the girl whispered as quietly as humanly possible.

"Nafl'fhtagn!"- The priestess yelled out while extending her hands far and wide.

Silence overtook the church only to be broken by the horned priestess as she repeated her final phrase, yet nothing transpired. The cultists turned around as if looking for someone or something to make an appearance.

"Well, that was a load of bullshit!"- A clearly female voice said challenging the priestess.

"Gimme that!"- a second individual demanded pulling the strange book off her hands. "Gn'th'bthnk vulgtmor! That means, blood sacrifice. Did you even read this right?"- the man said almost yelling.

Sam was most impressed by the lack of respect for the priestess who was supposed to be an authority among these bizarre-looking people, yet everyone held something of a casual demeanor despite being in the middle of a religious ritual.

To the very least understood they weren't some backwater mountaineers as a few took out smartphones to check their socials, and send a few texts, most likely complaining about the failed ritual.

It was then that the girl finally noticed the hundreds of messages overflowing her phone, both demanding her to run away or to get closer, a few claimed the scenario was staged. Common sense told Sam it was time to leave.

Just as the girl is turning around still in her prone position heard the most dreadful sound ever, a cracking noise. The rotten wooden balcony could no longer hold her weight and gave in sending the goth to the lower floor.

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A plum of dust covered the church as the cultist turned over to the wreckage with shock mannerism, carefully approaching the fallen balcony only to stop upon seeing Sam Manson rising from the damage.

Despite the dire situation, her first course of action was to make sure her shoulder camera and cellphone were still working and transmitting. Yet came back to reality as the sight of cultists became more prominent.

"Who the hell are you?!"- The priestess demanded recovering her authority.

"Me?! No one, just an urban explorer, name's Sa…. Shade."- The goth replied showing a toothy smile in an effort to defuse the situation. "That's my name, Shade the urban explorer!"- the girl continued.

"Lies!"- the priestess yelled. "She's a spy for Pariah Dark! Kill her!"- the woman demanded.

Sam's eyes widen in utter terror as she laid witness to the longest machete that she had ever seen in her life coming out from behind the cultist. She knew the tool all too well due to her love for gardening, often using a much smaller version to cut weed and crocked branches.

Almost instinctively, Sam pulled out her pistol and fired off a warning shot. Either it was an unknown skill or just dumb luck, her bullet struck the blade wielder in the hand blowing not only the machete but a few fingers as well.

"Ahh!"- the man screamed as he held unto his bleeding hand.

Sam shivered in horror at the realization of her actions, she never once intended to hurt anyone but fear impulse her to act. Most people often freeze when facing life-threatening danger, a few others would run away.

Only a handful ever fight back, Sam knew she wasn't the latter. In fact, her warning shot was nothing more than her finger trembling at the worst possible moment, but landing the shot on her desired target.

"That was no mistake!"- Sam lied as best she could. "Next one goes to your head!"- the girl added with quivering fury in her voice.

"Would you look at that, I forgot to read a part. Silly me."- the priestess said forcing everyone to look at her.

"The fuck are you on about?!"- The wounded cultist asked.

"llll c' uh'eog, nafl'fhtagn"- the priestess replied.

It was then that a bright green light suddenly burst from the book momentarily blindly everyone around. Those nearest to the priestess fall on the floor holding tightly onto their eyes, whimpering softly.

"Damn it, didn't work!"- The priestess said. "Fuck it, bring me that bitch before she blabbers her mouth."- the woman continued.

"Where'd she go?"- another cultist asked as the rest of his companions spread out.

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Sam desperately looked around as her vision returned to normality, she had in the heat of the moment dashed down towards the nearest door hopeful it would lead to the exit, but discovered it led to the basement.

Without a moment's doubt closed the door without making a single noise, hopeful the cultist hadn't made her location just yet. Sam let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the deadbolt ready to be used.

Old wooden barrels were placed by the right-side corner that promised a quick hiding spot, a few iron rackets could be discerned on the opposite wall, a square window that could be used as an escape route.

Finally, a thick iron door leading to a dark underground tunnel, the voices of her pursuers rallying on the top entrance was enough to convince her to venture into the void despite not knowing was lurked on the other side.

For all she knew, it could lead to a dead-end, trapping her but had no other options save for the small window. As she was about to take the first step into the abysm, stops dead in her tracks as ghoulish moaning echoed from within sending dreadful shivers all around the girl.

The painful voices of dozens echoed from within the tunnel forcing Sam to take a step back. Loud banging made her jump as the cultist quickly found her hiding spot, her mind went blank, unable to process clear thoughts.

Her eyes turned over to the cellphone and noticed her stream was still transmitting. "Use the window!" Hundreds of messages said over and over, many more ordered her not to tread into the tunnels as the ghoulish voice was clearly heard.

The middle part of the door blew in pieces due to a shotgun blast, forcing the goth to fire twice at the newly created hole to scare off her pursuers before rushing towards the window. It was a tight fit but managed to squeeze through.

"Gotta get the fuck outta here!"- Sam muttered as she saw the door blown apart by a second blast. "Who the hell are these maniacs!?"

The girl sat over the ground trying to catch her breath, fear overwhelming her entire body. As she walked away from the window fearful the cultists would simply run around to catch her was that a hellish sight unfolded.

It was like a scene from any number of horror movies that she had ever laid eyes over, Sam knew it was impossible but there she was, watching as rotten arms poked out from the ground, followed by horrid moaning.

"My god! The dead are coming to life!"- Sam yelped in terror.

The shoulder camera and drone both show in vivid detail as hundreds of corpses started to dig themselves out from their eternal resting place, mausoleum doors burst open as rotting men and women marched out.

Eyes glowing evil green flashed amidst the darkness followed by a hellish cacophony of heinous moaning and groaning that echoed throughout the cemetery, far and wide. Filling the air with terror.

Sam looked down at her right hand that still held tightly to her nine-millimeter pistol, but it was her left that held onto her phone that draw her attention. Hundreds of messages ran across the screen one after another.

Some claimed the zombies to be nothing more than paid actors while many others expressed genuine concern for the girl's wellbeing, a few commenters more expressed delight at the possibility of an actual zombie apocalypse.

Nevertheless, Sam understood one thing, all her viewers were safe in their houses, warm in their bed given the hour while she was out in the cold cemetery being surrounded by the living dead that glare her down.

"Brains… Brains…"- the creatures slurred their words as they approached Sam by the dozens.

"Can you be a little more mainstream!"- The girl yelled back aiming her gun.

Sam watched in utter disbelieve as a horde of undead marched towards her unfazed by her threats or gun. With a loud war cry, Sam opened fire striking the nearest undead on the chest, yet continued moving, still gurgling half intelligent words.

It was then that the undead horde rushed towards Sam with hellish moans that filled the girl with dread, but their decomposing bodies allowed for only a modest pace as a few soulless bodies broke under their own weight.

The girl knew she didn't have neither the aim or ammunition to deal with the zombie horde as this grow larger with each passing second. More undead climb out of their graves emitting their ghoulish calls.

Shotgun blasts resounded within the church followed by more hellish moans and the screams of cultists startled the goth who watched at the dark tiny window, as the sounds of people being attacked by undead monsters filled the basement.

Sam knew she had to run before being overrun by the undead, she empties her mind upon turning around and landing a perfect headshot to the nearest zombie, scattering his brains over the ground and headstones.

Two additional shots were fired dropping one undead via a headshot but the second stumbled back as he was hit on the left shoulder, nevertheless, it was enough for Sam to rushed through the gap they left.

"Run! The dead are coming back to life!"- Sam yelled out as she laid eyes over a single man digging a hole under the light of a lamp.

"What? Ain't people staying dead anymore."- the man mocked the goth as she passed next to him.

With a quick glance backwards saw five zombies rushed towards the grave digger sending him into the very hole he had just finish digging. Hellish screams flowed out from the grave as the undead feasted on the poor man.

Dodging the undead demonstrated to be a far more complex task than what Sam had initial conceived, despite being quite slow and jittery, their movements were erratic and unpredictable forcing the girl to doubt most of her actions.

As breath became scarce Sam reduce her pace allowing for a zombie to take hold of her wrist, even with its rotten hard had a bone crushing grip. Yet the girl didn't succumb to fear or dread but anger.

She places the pistol a single inch away from the undead head and pulled the trigger as she looked away to avoid any blood or brain matter from touching her face. Sam could feel the gross slimy coagulated blood staining her head.

The audience watched horrified as the undead gave chase to the streamer who had to detour several times, eventually losing her way in this labyrinth of a graveyard. mausoleums that resembled small house block her path.

Despite being slow and dumb, the horde was surprisingly well-coordinated as they little by little started cutting off Sam's multiple escape routes. She knew it was only a matter of times before there was no place where to run.

It was then that Sam climbed over the nearest mausoleum using a tomb and cross while apologizing for her blasphemy, but it was either being respectfully of the dead that wanted to feast on her or climb over their graves to higher vantage point.

The sight was worthy of canvas, a vast garden of stone and iron crosses, headstones and mausoleums, withering flowers and macabre trees laid before Sam's eyes, the city could be discerned beyond the tall brick wall along with the promise of safety.

"Who the fuck need a cemetery this fucking big!"- Sam yelled out.

She then realized that nearest part of the brick fence was at least two city blocks away from her in a straight line, but it would eventually prove useless as that was also the highest point with fifteen meters height.

A shotgun blast in the distance drew her attention away from the fence as she saw the cultists rushing away towards what seemed to be a dilapidated two-story building, most likely use as a storage and a worker's house.

The girl then looked over to her phone as people expressed though messages their fear of the zombies breaking out from the graveyard and wreaking havoc across Amity Park, Sam knew the authorities would never believe a zombie apocalypse was taking place.

Sam didn't awaken the zombies and held no responsibility but was well aware that by the time police and military authorities took matters into their hands, it would be too late as the creature would swarming over the city.

Judging by the hundreds of horror movies that she had enjoyed until late in the night, knew this to be a fact. Even with the livestream taking place, she couldn't hear a single siren in the distance meaning there was no help coming.

"The book! They used a book to wake the dead!"- Sam yelled out before shooting three zombies that were climbing up her safe haven.

Taking a deep and encouraging breath was that Sam rushed across the mausoleum's rooftop taking a leap of faith at the last minute, hopeful of reaching the following mausoleum, the goth ignored the dozens of starving zombies underneath as she reach her desire goal.

In a display of surprising athletics was that Sam begun running from rooftops to rooftops even using headstones and stone crosses to avoid touching the ground as if she were playing a game, but this action kept the undead at bay.

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Jeremy desperately yanked several times at the oversize chain that kept the iron cemetery gates shut close, the man couldn't even begin to imagine why anyone would put a four-inch-thick chain over a massive gate.

It was a cemetery, hardly anything to loot saved for the recently deceased dead that took their gold heirlooms to the grave. Most of the buildings were abandoned except for the main office which both himself and his wife could see from the gate, Pamela screamed for the nightguard to attend but he was nowhere to be seen.

"That bastard's probably asleep!"- the woman cursed as she looked at the dark office. "Wake up, minimal wag son of a bitch!"- if the man wasn't answering previously, he wasn't answering now after such comment.

Climbing over the twenty meters stone fence would proof to be a nearly impossible endeavor without proper mountain equipment, especially for Jeremy who despite being on the thin size hadn't done any sort of work out.

Faint and distant gunfire echoed throughout the sky adding to the already existing dread forcing Jeremy to pull his hair in frustration. The sudden and loud horning from the Manson family vehicle caught Jeremy by surprise as his wife rammed the iron fence.

Unfortunately, the gate proved to be much studier than initially expected as the family car, a jaguar XF, bounced back upon impacting the bars, Pamela angrily shouted out as she pressed her hand over the horn trying to wake the guard.

Her attention was quickly drawn to her computer still broadcasting the stream, she could see her daughter rushing between the tombstones to avoid the zombies. Gunshots echoed in the distance as Sam shot the nearest undead.

"You better have a damn good excuse before I start cracking skulls!"- an obscenely obese man yelled out from the office door.

Tightly in his grip was an aluminum bat, a flashlight on left hand, in a near comical manner, he wobbled his way towards the gate sporting an angry expression that didn't intimidated Pamela in the least.

It was under the lightbulb that the couple could see his blue uniform and police like cap, Pamela and her husband demanded entry claiming their daughter was in great danger and needed rescue, but the guard just mock them.

"You two dumb son of bitches better get in your car and drive away before I open this gate and beat your asses."- the overweight guard threaten after quick examination to the gate and seeing there was no damaged to it.

Pamela violently shoved the gate unable to move it a single inch and hurting her delicate hands in the process, even so, challenged the guard to open the door and let them in, this infuriated the guard.

"Wait!"- Jeremy said putting his hand up while looking at his phone. "Where's this place?!"- the man demanded to no one in particular

The guard watched as the couple muttered among themselves for a few minutes, reading some comments out loud until the words "Bachman Avenue" were spoken forcing the couple to rushed back to their car ignoring the guard completely.

"That's right! You better run!"- the obese man taunted. "And how the fuck did you dimwits get in?!"- he continued.

From the shadows came seven men in torn clothes, their hands extended up front. The guard was already beyond angry and rational thinking was out the door, he pushed forwards ready to swing his bat.

"Brains…. Brains…" the intruders spoke with guttural voices.

"What the hell?"- the guard stop as he was surrounded.

All seven lounged over him tearing his arms and fat belly in seconds, giving no chance to defend himself. The man screamed for his lives, calling over to the couple who drove away ignorant of his suffering.

(XXXXX)

The horrible howling of the undead echoed within the building forcing Sam to pressed her back against the wooden wall, panting loudly while clutching unto her pistol and combat knife for a fake sense of security.

Sam had given chase to the cultists unsure as to what good it would bring her; she wasn't a fighter nor knew anything about magic and deep down was begging the appropriate authorities were on route.

Had it been any other situation and time, Sam would have been overjoyed to visit the old dilapidated building as it turned out to be a small Victorian era manor, most was destroyed with the passing of time but maintained part of its original charm.

The flowered wallpaper had been torn off and the wooden floor creaked with each step, yet Sam could still enjoy the vintage allure such as the bookcases that still had old books and the stone statues though a few had fallen down.

"You dumb bitch!"- Sam heard a male voice coming further down the hallway. "How in the name of Nocturne could you get the wrong spell?!"- the man continued.

"You will speak to me with respect, you puff up ignorant"- A female voice countered as Sam discreetly poke her head over the corner, she could see the cultists rallying at what seemed to be a living room of sort. "In case you didn't know, this is written in R'lyehian"- the head priestesses continued.

Sam glued her eyes over the red book in the woman's hands knowing all too well that it was the source of this hell on earth, the word "R'lyehian" caught her attention the most. It was something that she hadn't heard before.

Fighting the cultists head on was complete madness and suicide despite their number having been drastically reduce, most likely eaten by the zombies. Out of the original twenty members, Sam counted up to six surviving members.

She needed to formulate a plan to retrieve the book as it was too dangerous to leave in their hands, though what followed was still a mystery to the girl as she didn't know how to read and much less speak this R'lyehian. One thing was for certain, they couldn't keep it.

After making a quick inventory, the goth saw that she still had half a clip in her gun, two more in a pouch and her combat knife. As for the cultists, there was an array of swords and daggers in their possession most likely for ceremonial purposes.

"That shotgun is gonna be a problem"- Sam whispered.

"There's nothing to fear, chapter eight in reference to the undead."- The head priestess said while pointing over to the paragraph. "All we need is for me to cast this incantation. Problem solve"- the woman continued as she slammed on the couch creating a plum of dust.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?"- the man demanded.

"Of course, and if it doesn't, we just have to wait for them to rot"- the woman retorted.

Sam took a long deep breath as she mentally prepared herself to steal the book once the incantation was cast and the zombies were once again nothing more than rotting flesh. Words of encouragement coming from her viewers made the girl feel strong.

The night hadn't gone as was planned; she didn't count on insane cultists bringing the dead back to live nor to be fighting for her life with a handgun meant only for show, though was now glad to have brought around.

Her violet eyes once made peak over the corner taking noticed of the lead cultists mask, white with two black holes. Her robes had tiny sparkles all over giving the impression of having a universe on her clothes.

It was then that the priestess suddenly sat up looking straight at Sam sending a cold shiver up her spine as their eyes met with one another, out of all the possible mistakes, she had to poke her head out too far.

Before a single word could be utter from the priestess was that a pair of greenish arms came out from the behind the couch, wrapping her by the neck. The woman screamed with agony as she felt the zombie biting down on her neck.

Blood gushed out from the wound like an open faucet, she extended her arms to the nearest ally but was pulled behind the couch. Only her wobbling feet could be seen accompanied by gurgling sounds.

"Brains! Brains!"- Sam and the cultists heard in unison.

Dozens of zombies had surrounded the house breaking the windows and doors in search for their next meal. The shotgunner blasted away a zombie that stood by the door while his comrades fend them off with their swords.

"Now or never!"- Sam said as she rushed towards the head priestess.

The goth jumped over the couch flipping the skirt over her hips as she came down stabbed the undead with her combat knife on top of his head. She didn't have the time nor the angle to properly aim her pistol.

Those few seconds of stealth were invaluable for Sam who took hold of the dreaded red book without alerting the cultists, but going back the way she came in, was impossible now that zombies had begun to flood the hallway.

Their insane demands for brains send horror filled tremors across the girl, it was fear that she had never before felt in her entire life. Sam had seen this play out innumerable times in her favorite horror movies.

Sam crawled on all fours towards the stairs leading to the upper floor once she saw the robed men were already blocking the windows and doors with bookcases and furniture. The goth was hopeful the cultists would be too distracted with the zombie horde to noticed her.

Despite their valiant efforts to fight against the horde, their swordsmanship left much to be desire as two cultists were dragged out while stabbing a few of the undead, nevertheless continue fighting until their bitter end.

Had Sam seen this from the comfort of her living room while enjoying a bowl filled with popcorn, she would have rant on how fake they acted. Rather than rushing to safety as logic dictated, they tried to barricade the windows, now it seems as the most logical thing to do.

"Where do you think you're going sweet buns?"- Sam turned her heard around as she heard a voice calling out to her.

Her face turned pale upon laying eyes over the shotgun barrel aiming straight at her, despite having been shot once by that weapon and escaping a horde of zombies, seeing it up so close was truly an intimidating sight to behold.

"Would you like an autograph?"- Sam asked pitifully.

The wooden wall suddenly broke as several undead tried to forced their way in while taking hold of the shotgun and the cultist. There would be no better chance than this, Sam got back on her feet and rushed up the stairs.

Once on top, Sam tossed down the stairs all she could get her hands on, bookcases, chairs and even some old portraits tumbled down the steps in an effort to create a barricade to hold both the madmen and the horde.

(XXXXXX)

The horrible cacophony of ghoulish moaning and hellish demands for brains echoed throughout the hallway as Sam pressed forward in search for a safe haven. Sam instantly shot a zombie in the head upon entering a room that promised safety.

Pieces of wood scattered inches away from her head forcing the girl to fall on her ass as she unwillingly turns around only to see the large cultist aiming his shotgun at her. Following her instincts, rolls over dodging the deadly pellets by inches.

Sam slammed the door shut as she made her way into the only available room, a large office with several bookcases and large wooden desk by the window, nevertheless, the door was blasted away making the girl roll over once more while trying to put some distance between herself and the fanatic.

"Give me the book!"- The cultist demanded as he fired his shotgun towards Sam who miraculously dodge the blast.

Sam replied by firing her pistol several times, hitting the man in the chest multiple times but each time hearing a loud clanking sound. The cultist had taken steps against her pistol by adding a piece of metal for protection.

The man cocks his shotgun sending the spend shell to the floor as Sam opens her eyes in horror. The sofa blows up in pieces as the goth jumps behind it avoiding once more the pellets though a few cut her back.

Sam looked down at her drone which had followed her like a loyal puppy during this entire campaign, she didn't know if it was still transmitting but the fact that it was still in one piece spoke highly of it.

"I'm gonna do what's called a pro-gamer move"- Sam said with tears in her eyes, already fed up the madness.

Sam stood up aiming her pistol at the robed man, she couldn't tell what parts of him were armored but continued to aim her weapon. The cultist aimed his shotgun only for Sam to land two shots on his left arm forcing him to discharge.

The cultists nearly growled as he chambered the shell in ready to send the girl to oblivion. But Sam had other ideas in mind as she aimed directly to the head, yet the clanking sound allowed her to confirmed her fears.

He was wearing head protection, one that her puny nine-millimeter wouldn't be able to penetrate. Nevertheless, was enough for him to accidentally discharged for a second times though unlike before, couldn't hold the weapon.

"You fucking bitch!"- The large man yelled as he rushed towards Sam like a rabid dog.

Completely concentrated and keen eyes was that Sam shot the man in the knee knowing that anywhere else would be useless. The bullet pierce through his kneecap bending the leg in an unnatural manner.

His momentum was too strong and carry on, the man turned his gaze over to Sam as she dodged him at the nick of time. With nothing to stop him, the cultists crashed unto the window sending him flying out.

Sam watched as the man squirmed over the floor, soon dozens of zombies rushed towards him, horrid screams echoed throughout the graveyard as the undead feasted on the man. The girl peeled her eyes away from the sight.

The landscape was by no means any better as there were hundreds of undead roaming aimlessly across the cemetery, beyond the tall brick fence where bright lights though couldn't seem to make them out, Sam was sure to see a red and blue light as well.

"The book!"- Sam yelled out as she rushed back inside.

Following the instructions to the tee was how Sam painted a pentagram with strange symbols using her own blood, the book was open on chapter eight but couldn't make out much of what was written save for the small part that where translated.

"l' syha'h ymg' fhtagn ahnythor nogephaii, l' ymg' syha'h n'gha'agl!"- Sam yelled out speaking the words as best she could.

A blinding green light erupted from the pentagram making the girl rolled over the floor while covering her eyes and yelling out. As Sam recovered her sight noticed the horrible sounds of the undead were no more.

Sam cautiously looks out the window only to see hundreds of corpses lying across the graveyard, the hallway was empty. She aimed her gun upon entering the living room expecting to see the three remaining cultists.

There were nowhere to be seen, only dozens of corpses, some chopped up while other laid motionless on the floor. It was then that the disgusting stench of rotting meat took over the room forcing the girl to empty her stomach for the first time.

The main door burst open as Sam approached it, the moonlight and her flashlight both illuminated a queer looking couple. Before Sam was her father and mother both wearing pots over their heads, a metallic tray was duct taped to their chest.

"Sam we're here to rescue you!"- Jeremy said holding a frying pan in hand.

"Kinda late, dad."- Sam replied "Where did you get that?"- she asked bemused.

"We kinda broke into hardware store… might have to return these and pay for the broken window." Jeremy replied while taking off the pot of his head.

"Told you we should have broken into that sports store."- Pamela retorted.

While Sam's parents argue about either having to break into the hardware store or the sports shop was that she saw hundreds of police officers and soldiers in the distance spreading across the graveyard.

A helicopter suddenly flew overhead taking the girl by surprise as she had never such a response, Sam then took out her phone and realized her transmission was still going, hundreds of messages filled her screen.

"Remember to like and subscribe"- Sam said ending her transmission.

After a lengthy conversation with the proper authority in which the goth explained her reasons to be at the graveyard, though most was already online thanks to her transmission was that she was let go.

The police detective in charge of her couldn't blame the teen for not calling the police as no one in their right mind would believe a zombie outbreak had taken place after a failed ritual, even with the hundreds of calls they receive from people watching the stream, the cops initially thought they were being pranked.

Out of all the people following Sam's live stream adventures, never in her life expected the chief of Police, Jonah Baxter to be a follower. Sam learned that it was under his orders that a patrol car was dispatch earlier that night but initially finding nothing of interest.

Only after abusing his position by sending a helicopter to overview the cemetery was that everyone understood the gravity of the situation. News reporters were the first to arrive to the scene followed soon after the police and eventually the military.

Sam didn't bother to ask why her father's prize car was a complete mess as the hood and rooftop had been wreaked beyond repair, the left back door was missing and rotten leg could be seen dangling from the back wheels.

As Sam drove away, she noticed Danny Fenton and his family heading towards the abandon church wearing strange hazmat suit while wielding even stranger weapons that seemed pulled out of 1950s sci-fi movie.

"Sammykins, what happened to that magic book?"- Pamela asked.

"I don't know… must have dropped it" Sam replied while patting herself down unable to find the magic book, but its words still lingering, as if they were burned into her brains. "Wake me up when we get home"- Sam kindly requested as cuddled down in the backseat.