Trust Can Make For a Poor Ally

Suspense Stories | May 18, 2013 | 4 min read
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Suspense Stories

Trust Can Make For a Poor Ally

The witching hour on halloween night can sometimes be referred to as one of the most scariest times of the year. The whole reason why I am in this predicament is because bad things always happen to good people.
Lets go back to when things started going wierd. 5 days ago I was your typical dime a dozen kid with his own hopes, dreams and goals. I was at lunch with my friends when the following happened....

"Hey Richie"(I'm Richie by the way)

"What?"

"I know what we should do this weekend"

"Oh great, not another one of your get rich quick schemes....we nearly got shagged by the cops last time"

"No no, nothing like that. I'm all over getting rich..I'm into something new now..something more exciting..I'm talking about a midnight stake out at the cemetary!"

"Hmmph...didn't I just remind you that we almost got caught by the cops dumbass?"

"Okay okay...stop acting like a pussie. Besides it's not like you've got anything better line up"

"That true.....alright..but if we get caught I'm not taking the fall Beav" (My bestfriends nickname is Beav)

We then proceeded to have our so called stake out in the town cemetary. Just for the record midnight stakeouts and cemetaries don't match. Throughout our stakeout, there was always the sense of being watched by an evil presence. I knew it was evil because of the way I felt the whole time I was there at the cemetary. You know the feeling you get when you sense impending doom. It only got even more freakish when we started to explore further into the more secluded and older part of the cemetary.
We came upon a crypt with stairs leading down towards a large oaken door with a lock on it. Beav thought it would be fun to search inside. I stayed where I was no matter how he tormented me about it....he should've been as smart as I was. He was barely in there for about 8 seconds before I heard him scream and run back out towards me nearly comatose with fear. I swear every hair on his body was straight and white.
The next morning when we were at his house, Beav started changing...his whole aura started to unhinge. No he was becoming possessed, he was becoming obsessed with what he "saw" in the crypt the night before. But whenever I asked him, he would tell me to shut up about it. Over the next few days his obsession grew stronger and his aura became even more darker.
Then on halloween day, Beav started acting normal again....I wandered why he was back to his old self so quickly. He told me he wanted to check out that crypt again. But this time he needed help to face the "being" he couldn't face before. So we got our essentials for the night and went to the cemetary.
While we were walking towards the crypt in the cemetary I noticed that Beav kept looking at his watch. I asked him about it and he said he thought it was broken.....it looked fine to me. He told me to go into the crypt first and that he would close the door. He closed the door but then up and vanished into some secret compartment beside the door. I started walking and calling his name outloud until I saw a light forming in the distance. I ran to it....it was a square stone altar with the crucifix painted in blood on top with assorted knifes and tools scattered about.

"I told you I got into something new bro"

I turned around and Beav was wearing a black robe and had a dagger pointed towards me.

"I just needed you to complete the ritual for the summoning to be a success"
I took off running down a corridor even though Beav probably knew the Crypt inside and out. all the while hearing my crazy friend's laughter echoing in the hallway behind me. I ran around a corner and found a small crawsl space to fit into and it is here where I am relating this story to you dear reader. My bestfriend, one of my only friends betrayed my trust to use me as a ritual sacrifice to summon god knows what......so take heed in my words and be very careful in choosing who is trustworthy....or you may end up like me running and scared shitless about to meet my death by a cultic maniac who acted like my friend....

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