An attempt at horror.
Anyway, I did not suppose that my parents, upon christening me with that God-awful name intended for me to be sent to my grave at thirty-eight by the shock of the electric chair.
No. Not my dear old Mom and Pop. They had sacrificed everything to raise me right. Church, school, morals, ethics, the whole sha-bang. Maybe they overdid it, or maybe unbeknownst to anyone but God, my fate was sealed right from the moment my name was ever uttered through human lips and bestowed upon a baby that was sure to be crushed under the unmerciful burden and lurid curse that name carried with it.
Of course, at the time the name was given to said baby, there was no tangible evidence against it and all of the bodies who had served under the surname of it, until this time, were honorable men and women.
No one could have known that exactly twenty nine years later, the curse would tattoo itself on every headline across the nation.
No! No one could have known that, or else, for sure, morality, ethic, or the government would have stopped this curse from being conceived and imbedded into this helpless little boy.
October 30, a chilly, windy, rainy night, nine years after this curse had swept through, done its unruly and forgivable damage, then was contained and incarcerated, it was due to be killed.
Roughly ten minutes left until the maximum security, state penitentiary was to bring into it as much voltage as Frankenstein's lair; although, unlike the story, when the smoke cleared, and the electricity was cut off, the monster would be destroyed, not created.
As the provisions were made and everyone went through the necessary motions in preparation for the execution, the man behind the monster is ensnared in deep and painful contemplation.
Thoughts of how he had gotten himself in this position, why he was in this position, who had caused him to breach and escape the bounds of a mere mortal's sanity, was running through his mind.
Faith. That was her. Faith...Such tenderness that name held for the years it had crossed Seth Grave's lips, while they were dating and even now, nine years after she and ten others were buried, because of her cruelness, Seth still could not bring himself to speak evil of that name.
The two had met in the same turf the twp had died.
They had met at a haunted hay ride in the woods that surrounded their town.
She had worked the hay ride. Seth had come to the attraction with his friends as a birthday ritual. Grant it, the town was small, but people came from miles around just to have the pleasure of being struck dumb with fear and terror by the most infamous haunted hay ride in the south.
It was, at least in Seth's opinion, the best hay ride around. The entire town got involved and strived to make it as scary as possible.
Citizens dressed up, manned the hay rides, like Faith, drove the tractor, made the apple cider and hot coco served to the survivors of the hay ride, donated supplies, or paid the five dollar fee to enter the ride. The last one was usually Seth's contribution.
This particular night, Seth Grave's twenty-seventh birthday was spent, as it always was, in the back of a ha infested tractor, laughing and trying desperately, not to be the brunt of the joke.
Like every year, the line was relatively long, the screams and shrieks of terror emanated from the wooded area behind the town and the smell of the huge bonfire, and whiffs of smoke blew within a mile radius of the origin.
Darkness shadowed the entrance of the ride and kept the entire pathway consumed. However, the parking lot and most of the line leading up to the ride illuminated the night by way on lights, excitement, and anticipation.
As Seth Joseph Grave lifted himself into the tractor, his eyes immediately shot over to Faith. She was sitting in the back, dressed in a costume that Seth thought looked rather fetching on her. It was a long, purple and black gown with a golden pendant around her neck and black slippers on her feet.
It was something about her makeup, causing her to look paler then she really was, the thick black mascara and lipstick she wore, along with purple eyeshadow and scull earrings, uncovered by her natural black hair, which was pinned back, that came across as very sexy to Seth Joseph Grave.-Not something he would bring home to his parents, but Seth figured if she could make a costume that morbid look good, she could probably make anything she slipped into look as though it was sent from heaven.
Seth Joseph Grave was not a shy person. In fact, Seth was, perhaps, too comfortable with himself.
Seth Grave strutted over to Faith, sat down in the hay by her, looked her straight in the eye and said, "You my Dear are the sexiest Vampira I have ever met!"
Faith's chorus-like laugh could not have clashed with her appearance more awkwardly, however, Seth Joseph Grave relished in the sound.
"Why, thank you." She said.
"Uh, do you think Dracula would mind if I asked you out on a date?"
Faith smiled, exposing very white teeth. "You know what? I was just thinking this morning how good it would be for me to try some fresh blood!"
The couple went strong for exactly two years, in which time, Seth Joseph Grave adored Faith, so blinded by his love for her that he did not see the signs that Faith was not all that faithful to him. Seth initiated and soured through the levels of their relationship and Faith more allowed it then actually wanted it.
Then, two years to the day, the monster was set loose.
The day of October 30th, the two were seated at a restaurant Seth had taken Faith to before she had to go to work at the haunted hay ride.
Faith's voice was beautiful. Seth was far to entranced by the sound of her voice, her presence, and his own thoughts to actually hear, or comprehend what she was saying.
When she stopped talking, Seth took her hand in his. "Faith?"
"Uh, yea?"
"I have something to ask you."
"Yea?" Faith was a tad uneasy.
"Uh, Honey?" Seth Joseph Grave slid off of his chair and onto his knee in front of her. He picked a ring out of his pocket and presented it to her. "Will you marry me?"
Faith looked down at Seth with an odd look on her face. Slowly, Faith slid her hand out of his grasp and said, "I'm sorry. I can't Seth. I don't love you like that." Faith spoke softly, but her words pierced Seth Joseph Grave like a million dull knives.
"You don't? But...I need you..."
"Seth, I can't...I can't take your name...It would be wrong...Didn't you..."
"No! It feels so right, Baby. Please..."
The monster was breaking out of it's shell, yawning and stretching; overtaking Seth Joseph Grave and mutating him.
Faith shook her head and said quietly, "No, Seth. I'm sorry."
Tears came to the eyes of the man inside Seth Joseph Grave. "Well, why?"
"Were you not just listening? I'm seeing someone else! I see no future with you."
"But...you see a future with him?" Seth Joseph Grave spoke weakly. His voice shook and his breath heightened.
"More of a future than I see with you. I'm sorry."
"No...No, you're not." Seth Joseph Grave stood up and backed away from Faith.
Faith stood up as well and moved toward Seth Joseph Grave. "I don't want to hurt you, Seth."
Upon hearing those words, the monster was released. "Yes, you do." The monster inside Seth Joseph Grave spat, turned, and stormed out of the restaurant.
Two hours later, Seth Joseph Grave entered the haunted hay ride's terrain planning to make this year's hay ride, one tractor in particular, the best, scariest, most lethal of them all.
Growing up around the woods gave the monster, who had commandeered Seth Joseph Grave's brain, a painfully large advantage.
Seth Joseph Grave had, by now, assumed the physical appearance of the monster inside him. On his body hung a long, black robe with the hood shadowing his normally handsome face, which now was mixed with blood, tears, and bruises acquired through his struggle to keep control of himself. Under his fingernails and spread across his hand was blood and gunpowder. Seth's blood. The gunpowder was from the .9mm handgun he held under a draping, torn sleeve.
The air and scene was exactly like years past, parading on, in normal function, unaware that a real homicidal freak was among them.
Seth Joseph Grave went to the middle of the ride, a known dull part where no one usually hid.
Tonight was no exception. This particular part of the ride was intended to create a psychological terror. The silence was to quiet and gave the riders anticipation, which heightened their fear.
Three tractors later, Seth Joseph Grave saw the one he was waiting for coming up the path. Faith was on it. She looked beautiful, as she always did.
Seth Joseph Grave stepped out of the bushes and caught up with the slow moving tractor, which stopped to let him on. Stepping onto it, the monster glared at the faces, each one of them terrified, but having a great time.
When Seth Joseph Grave produced his gun, there were a few screams, some gasps, and a few nervous chuckles.
The first shot rang out and the tractor's driver slumped down in his seat.
Most people, including Faith screamed in pure and honest horror, but some, unaware that this was not an act, were still having fun.
Their amusement offended and angered the monster. Seth Joseph Grave cried out and started to shoot at random people sitting around him. Shrieks of terror and tears amused the monster as he picked people off one by one.
When Faith was the only person left, Seth Joseph Grave stopped shooting and glared at her, the barrel of his gun was aimed at her face.
Faith was curled up in the corner where she usually sat, tears streamed down her face, skewing her makeup and causing it to run down her face.
Her voice shook as she begged, "Please..." She shook her head.
Seth Joseph Grave belted out a sharp, bane laugh that jeered Faith. "When I said that to you," the monster spat, "you showed me no mercy."
Faith's eyes grew wide as she uttered with disbelief and peered into the eyes of the monster. "Seth?"
Seth Joseph Grave's lips curled up into a sneer and he laughed lightly, jeering Faith's frightening revelation. "You wouldn't take my name, so I decided to take your life."
With that, Seth Joseph Grave pulled the trigger.
Seth Joseph Grave dropped the gun and the man sunk to his knees in front of his only love. Seth took Faith into his arms and stared in utter disbelief at what had happened-what he had done. "No! No! Faith!" Seth screamed out in pain and held her close to him as hot tears started to roll down his cheeks and onto Faith's lifeless body.
Holding Faith's body in his arms that night, ignoring the distortion the bullet had caused her beautiful features, the man inside Seth Joseph Grave wept, while the monster laughed, knowing that he had done what he needed to do.
Seth Joseph Grave was arrested on the spot and charged with ten accounts of murder in the first degree. Seth Joseph Grave was found guilty of all charges and sentenced to die via electric shock.
October 30, nine years later, Seth was led out of the jail cell and across the threshold of the outside grounds, into the building where his execution would, he went quietly and immersed in deep contemplation.
Seth thought about how the weather the night the monster inside of him had made him do this horrible thing was so much different then the weather on this particular night. The rain had let up, but it was still a painfully dreary night.
As Seth Joseph Grave neared the execution building, a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightening threw a blow of tremendous force down upon the open field of the jail, lighting what it struck aflame.
When the flames were doused, out of three, there was only one casualty.
Seth Joseph Grave was reduced to nothing but ash.
About twenty miles away, at exactly the same time the lightening struck the prison grounds, the haunted hay ride was up and running again for the first time since the tragedy that took place there.
However, having a new angle to work with, the tragedy itself, a nine year old issue that only the town remembers and is determined to get past, the hay ride was better then ever! With the hay ride's new, true tale of murder that was modified to fit the paranormal aspects of the hay ride, opening night was "sure to be hot!" said the mayor.
The storm that had just finished twenty minutes away had not yet reached the town, and the people were hoping it would hold off for a good while.
The town promised officials, though, that at the first sight of the storm they would shut down.
However, the first sign of the storm was it's most powerful blow. A crack of lightening and a roar of thunder lit a tree branch above the dull part in the ride where a makeshift version of Seth Joseph Grave was awaiting the tractor chugging along under the tree.
As the branch snapped off of the tree and fell onto the tractor, the disturbed actor jumped out of the bushes and froze, watching a scene he could not stop.
After they had distinguished the flames, removed the ten charred bodies, tractor, and branch from the scene, the man playing the roll of Seth Joseph Grave swore that as the branch hit the tractor, above the shrieks and screams coming from the flames victims, he heard, clearer then anything else, a sharp, bane laugh...
Short story by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-09-17 at 02:21
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Seth Joseph Grave
Ha! When I was given the name Seth Joseph Grave, I do not suppose my parents had any intention of the sick irony my name would create.-Having the name? No. The irony was spawned more because of who did not want said name...Anyway, I did not suppose that my parents, upon christening me with that God-awful name intended for me to be sent to my grave at thirty-eight by the shock of the electric chair.
No. Not my dear old Mom and Pop. They had sacrificed everything to raise me right. Church, school, morals, ethics, the whole sha-bang. Maybe they overdid it, or maybe unbeknownst to anyone but God, my fate was sealed right from the moment my name was ever uttered through human lips and bestowed upon a baby that was sure to be crushed under the unmerciful burden and lurid curse that name carried with it.
Of course, at the time the name was given to said baby, there was no tangible evidence against it and all of the bodies who had served under the surname of it, until this time, were honorable men and women.
No one could have known that exactly twenty nine years later, the curse would tattoo itself on every headline across the nation.
No! No one could have known that, or else, for sure, morality, ethic, or the government would have stopped this curse from being conceived and imbedded into this helpless little boy.
October 30, a chilly, windy, rainy night, nine years after this curse had swept through, done its unruly and forgivable damage, then was contained and incarcerated, it was due to be killed.
Roughly ten minutes left until the maximum security, state penitentiary was to bring into it as much voltage as Frankenstein's lair; although, unlike the story, when the smoke cleared, and the electricity was cut off, the monster would be destroyed, not created.
As the provisions were made and everyone went through the necessary motions in preparation for the execution, the man behind the monster is ensnared in deep and painful contemplation.
Thoughts of how he had gotten himself in this position, why he was in this position, who had caused him to breach and escape the bounds of a mere mortal's sanity, was running through his mind.
Faith. That was her. Faith...Such tenderness that name held for the years it had crossed Seth Grave's lips, while they were dating and even now, nine years after she and ten others were buried, because of her cruelness, Seth still could not bring himself to speak evil of that name.
The two had met in the same turf the twp had died.
They had met at a haunted hay ride in the woods that surrounded their town.
She had worked the hay ride. Seth had come to the attraction with his friends as a birthday ritual. Grant it, the town was small, but people came from miles around just to have the pleasure of being struck dumb with fear and terror by the most infamous haunted hay ride in the south.
It was, at least in Seth's opinion, the best hay ride around. The entire town got involved and strived to make it as scary as possible.
Citizens dressed up, manned the hay rides, like Faith, drove the tractor, made the apple cider and hot coco served to the survivors of the hay ride, donated supplies, or paid the five dollar fee to enter the ride. The last one was usually Seth's contribution.
This particular night, Seth Grave's twenty-seventh birthday was spent, as it always was, in the back of a ha infested tractor, laughing and trying desperately, not to be the brunt of the joke.
Like every year, the line was relatively long, the screams and shrieks of terror emanated from the wooded area behind the town and the smell of the huge bonfire, and whiffs of smoke blew within a mile radius of the origin.
Darkness shadowed the entrance of the ride and kept the entire pathway consumed. However, the parking lot and most of the line leading up to the ride illuminated the night by way on lights, excitement, and anticipation.
As Seth Joseph Grave lifted himself into the tractor, his eyes immediately shot over to Faith. She was sitting in the back, dressed in a costume that Seth thought looked rather fetching on her. It was a long, purple and black gown with a golden pendant around her neck and black slippers on her feet.
It was something about her makeup, causing her to look paler then she really was, the thick black mascara and lipstick she wore, along with purple eyeshadow and scull earrings, uncovered by her natural black hair, which was pinned back, that came across as very sexy to Seth Joseph Grave.-Not something he would bring home to his parents, but Seth figured if she could make a costume that morbid look good, she could probably make anything she slipped into look as though it was sent from heaven.
Seth Joseph Grave was not a shy person. In fact, Seth was, perhaps, too comfortable with himself.
Seth Grave strutted over to Faith, sat down in the hay by her, looked her straight in the eye and said, "You my Dear are the sexiest Vampira I have ever met!"
Faith's chorus-like laugh could not have clashed with her appearance more awkwardly, however, Seth Joseph Grave relished in the sound.
"Why, thank you." She said.
"Uh, do you think Dracula would mind if I asked you out on a date?"
Faith smiled, exposing very white teeth. "You know what? I was just thinking this morning how good it would be for me to try some fresh blood!"
The couple went strong for exactly two years, in which time, Seth Joseph Grave adored Faith, so blinded by his love for her that he did not see the signs that Faith was not all that faithful to him. Seth initiated and soured through the levels of their relationship and Faith more allowed it then actually wanted it.
Then, two years to the day, the monster was set loose.
The day of October 30th, the two were seated at a restaurant Seth had taken Faith to before she had to go to work at the haunted hay ride.
Faith's voice was beautiful. Seth was far to entranced by the sound of her voice, her presence, and his own thoughts to actually hear, or comprehend what she was saying.
When she stopped talking, Seth took her hand in his. "Faith?"
"Uh, yea?"
"I have something to ask you."
"Yea?" Faith was a tad uneasy.
"Uh, Honey?" Seth Joseph Grave slid off of his chair and onto his knee in front of her. He picked a ring out of his pocket and presented it to her. "Will you marry me?"
Faith looked down at Seth with an odd look on her face. Slowly, Faith slid her hand out of his grasp and said, "I'm sorry. I can't Seth. I don't love you like that." Faith spoke softly, but her words pierced Seth Joseph Grave like a million dull knives.
"You don't? But...I need you..."
"Seth, I can't...I can't take your name...It would be wrong...Didn't you..."
"No! It feels so right, Baby. Please..."
The monster was breaking out of it's shell, yawning and stretching; overtaking Seth Joseph Grave and mutating him.
Faith shook her head and said quietly, "No, Seth. I'm sorry."
Tears came to the eyes of the man inside Seth Joseph Grave. "Well, why?"
"Were you not just listening? I'm seeing someone else! I see no future with you."
"But...you see a future with him?" Seth Joseph Grave spoke weakly. His voice shook and his breath heightened.
"More of a future than I see with you. I'm sorry."
"No...No, you're not." Seth Joseph Grave stood up and backed away from Faith.
Faith stood up as well and moved toward Seth Joseph Grave. "I don't want to hurt you, Seth."
Upon hearing those words, the monster was released. "Yes, you do." The monster inside Seth Joseph Grave spat, turned, and stormed out of the restaurant.
Two hours later, Seth Joseph Grave entered the haunted hay ride's terrain planning to make this year's hay ride, one tractor in particular, the best, scariest, most lethal of them all.
Growing up around the woods gave the monster, who had commandeered Seth Joseph Grave's brain, a painfully large advantage.
Seth Joseph Grave had, by now, assumed the physical appearance of the monster inside him. On his body hung a long, black robe with the hood shadowing his normally handsome face, which now was mixed with blood, tears, and bruises acquired through his struggle to keep control of himself. Under his fingernails and spread across his hand was blood and gunpowder. Seth's blood. The gunpowder was from the .9mm handgun he held under a draping, torn sleeve.
The air and scene was exactly like years past, parading on, in normal function, unaware that a real homicidal freak was among them.
Seth Joseph Grave went to the middle of the ride, a known dull part where no one usually hid.
Tonight was no exception. This particular part of the ride was intended to create a psychological terror. The silence was to quiet and gave the riders anticipation, which heightened their fear.
Three tractors later, Seth Joseph Grave saw the one he was waiting for coming up the path. Faith was on it. She looked beautiful, as she always did.
Seth Joseph Grave stepped out of the bushes and caught up with the slow moving tractor, which stopped to let him on. Stepping onto it, the monster glared at the faces, each one of them terrified, but having a great time.
When Seth Joseph Grave produced his gun, there were a few screams, some gasps, and a few nervous chuckles.
The first shot rang out and the tractor's driver slumped down in his seat.
Most people, including Faith screamed in pure and honest horror, but some, unaware that this was not an act, were still having fun.
Their amusement offended and angered the monster. Seth Joseph Grave cried out and started to shoot at random people sitting around him. Shrieks of terror and tears amused the monster as he picked people off one by one.
When Faith was the only person left, Seth Joseph Grave stopped shooting and glared at her, the barrel of his gun was aimed at her face.
Faith was curled up in the corner where she usually sat, tears streamed down her face, skewing her makeup and causing it to run down her face.
Her voice shook as she begged, "Please..." She shook her head.
Seth Joseph Grave belted out a sharp, bane laugh that jeered Faith. "When I said that to you," the monster spat, "you showed me no mercy."
Faith's eyes grew wide as she uttered with disbelief and peered into the eyes of the monster. "Seth?"
Seth Joseph Grave's lips curled up into a sneer and he laughed lightly, jeering Faith's frightening revelation. "You wouldn't take my name, so I decided to take your life."
With that, Seth Joseph Grave pulled the trigger.
Seth Joseph Grave dropped the gun and the man sunk to his knees in front of his only love. Seth took Faith into his arms and stared in utter disbelief at what had happened-what he had done. "No! No! Faith!" Seth screamed out in pain and held her close to him as hot tears started to roll down his cheeks and onto Faith's lifeless body.
Holding Faith's body in his arms that night, ignoring the distortion the bullet had caused her beautiful features, the man inside Seth Joseph Grave wept, while the monster laughed, knowing that he had done what he needed to do.
Seth Joseph Grave was arrested on the spot and charged with ten accounts of murder in the first degree. Seth Joseph Grave was found guilty of all charges and sentenced to die via electric shock.
October 30, nine years later, Seth was led out of the jail cell and across the threshold of the outside grounds, into the building where his execution would, he went quietly and immersed in deep contemplation.
Seth thought about how the weather the night the monster inside of him had made him do this horrible thing was so much different then the weather on this particular night. The rain had let up, but it was still a painfully dreary night.
As Seth Joseph Grave neared the execution building, a crack of thunder and a bolt of lightening threw a blow of tremendous force down upon the open field of the jail, lighting what it struck aflame.
When the flames were doused, out of three, there was only one casualty.
Seth Joseph Grave was reduced to nothing but ash.
About twenty miles away, at exactly the same time the lightening struck the prison grounds, the haunted hay ride was up and running again for the first time since the tragedy that took place there.
However, having a new angle to work with, the tragedy itself, a nine year old issue that only the town remembers and is determined to get past, the hay ride was better then ever! With the hay ride's new, true tale of murder that was modified to fit the paranormal aspects of the hay ride, opening night was "sure to be hot!" said the mayor.
The storm that had just finished twenty minutes away had not yet reached the town, and the people were hoping it would hold off for a good while.
The town promised officials, though, that at the first sight of the storm they would shut down.
However, the first sign of the storm was it's most powerful blow. A crack of lightening and a roar of thunder lit a tree branch above the dull part in the ride where a makeshift version of Seth Joseph Grave was awaiting the tractor chugging along under the tree.
As the branch snapped off of the tree and fell onto the tractor, the disturbed actor jumped out of the bushes and froze, watching a scene he could not stop.
After they had distinguished the flames, removed the ten charred bodies, tractor, and branch from the scene, the man playing the roll of Seth Joseph Grave swore that as the branch hit the tractor, above the shrieks and screams coming from the flames victims, he heard, clearer then anything else, a sharp, bane laugh...
Short story by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-09-17 at 02:21
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