The Haunting of Lake Side Cemetery
"Screw this," you whisper to yourself and turn around and take off. You still have your bag with you, of course, and anything else you may have left lying around Lake Side can damn well be used by the ghosts.
That little girl, or whatever she was is the scariest thing you've ever seen, and you've seen shadow people and objects move when they shouldn't have. You don't even know if she was a ghost, looked more like a monster.
You see the gate up a head and are glad that that sun is just starting to set. You must have been crazy to think you could stay here after dark, you really should have listened to the warnings in town.
You skid to a halt suddenly. The gate is close but there's a woman standing off to one side, only about ten feet from you. At first you think she's on the other side, but then you notice she is most definitely inside the cemetery.
"Hello?" You ask, cautiously.
"Good afternoon," she says. She is very pretty, a little older than you with flaxen hair and gray eyes. She's in a blue t-shirt and jeans, from what you can tell she's not a ghost.
"I'm just here to take some pictures," you say, worried that she's the new caretaker or with the city and you've just been busted.
"I know, while I usually discourage it, this being private property and all, having a little publicity might help things along." She smiles at you, it's pleasant enough, but something in her tone feels... off.
"I thought this place was abandoned," you look outside the gate and take a few steps closer. There's no car and you are sure you would have heard someone drive up. Lake Side isn't that big after all.
"I guess you could say that." She walks over to you and something curdles under your skin. She is pale, almost grey and her lips are blue around the edges. You take a step back and she gives a soft laugh.
"I've come to give you a choice," her soft voice caresses you like a cold wind, your eyes dart to the sun, fear piercing you as you notice it's setting rapidly.
"A choice?" The words are barely audible.
"Yes, you can stay here with me and feed us," She motions behind you. Part of you really wants to look, but the other part, the part that remembers that horrible girl and might pee itself says: hell no, don't look. Somethings cannot be unseen.
"Or, you can go and show the world your footage, make the scariest and most intriguing documentary ever on my home," she finishes.
It takes a while for your dry mouth to form words, "Why would I do that? Why would you let me go?" She is getting closer to you and a flash of recognition surges through your veins. You saw her picture while doing your research. It's the caretaker, the one who went missing with her whole family!
"No one comes here anymore and we are...hungry. This place hasn't had a full meal since..." She trails off, grey eyes foggy with memory. A memory, you're pretty sure, of the death of herself and her entire family.
"Since you," you whisper the answer, she gives one single slow nod.
You have a horror inside you so thick it wants to crawl up your throat and be vomited on the ground, "you want me to tell what I've found so people will come here, so the evil here can feed?"
You feel several presences behind you, what before was just a semi cold absence has become full of dark energy- the back of your neck tingles almost painfully.
"Leave and tell the world of the scary cemetery or turn around and become one of us," she says, reaching out a hand and stroking your face. Her flesh is hot, the pads of her fingers feel like over ripe grapes.
You could agree to her demands and leave- go far from Lake Side, never look at your video or pictures. At this point shutting down your blog and getting a boring office job sounds like a wonderful idea.
"We would find you, if you don't adhere to the agreement. We would bring you back, you and anyone you love." She smiles again, this time it's cruel and awful. You have no doubt this place could track you down and make your life even more of a living horror movie than it currently is.
You know you have no choice. What it comes down to is screw yourself or screw others.
That little girl, or whatever she was is the scariest thing you've ever seen, and you've seen shadow people and objects move when they shouldn't have. You don't even know if she was a ghost, looked more like a monster.
You see the gate up a head and are glad that that sun is just starting to set. You must have been crazy to think you could stay here after dark, you really should have listened to the warnings in town.
You skid to a halt suddenly. The gate is close but there's a woman standing off to one side, only about ten feet from you. At first you think she's on the other side, but then you notice she is most definitely inside the cemetery.
"Hello?" You ask, cautiously.
"Good afternoon," she says. She is very pretty, a little older than you with flaxen hair and gray eyes. She's in a blue t-shirt and jeans, from what you can tell she's not a ghost.
"I'm just here to take some pictures," you say, worried that she's the new caretaker or with the city and you've just been busted.
"I know, while I usually discourage it, this being private property and all, having a little publicity might help things along." She smiles at you, it's pleasant enough, but something in her tone feels... off.
"I thought this place was abandoned," you look outside the gate and take a few steps closer. There's no car and you are sure you would have heard someone drive up. Lake Side isn't that big after all.
"I guess you could say that." She walks over to you and something curdles under your skin. She is pale, almost grey and her lips are blue around the edges. You take a step back and she gives a soft laugh.
"I've come to give you a choice," her soft voice caresses you like a cold wind, your eyes dart to the sun, fear piercing you as you notice it's setting rapidly.
"A choice?" The words are barely audible.
"Yes, you can stay here with me and feed us," She motions behind you. Part of you really wants to look, but the other part, the part that remembers that horrible girl and might pee itself says: hell no, don't look. Somethings cannot be unseen.
"Or, you can go and show the world your footage, make the scariest and most intriguing documentary ever on my home," she finishes.
It takes a while for your dry mouth to form words, "Why would I do that? Why would you let me go?" She is getting closer to you and a flash of recognition surges through your veins. You saw her picture while doing your research. It's the caretaker, the one who went missing with her whole family!
"No one comes here anymore and we are...hungry. This place hasn't had a full meal since..." She trails off, grey eyes foggy with memory. A memory, you're pretty sure, of the death of herself and her entire family.
"Since you," you whisper the answer, she gives one single slow nod.
You have a horror inside you so thick it wants to crawl up your throat and be vomited on the ground, "you want me to tell what I've found so people will come here, so the evil here can feed?"
You feel several presences behind you, what before was just a semi cold absence has become full of dark energy- the back of your neck tingles almost painfully.
"Leave and tell the world of the scary cemetery or turn around and become one of us," she says, reaching out a hand and stroking your face. Her flesh is hot, the pads of her fingers feel like over ripe grapes.
You could agree to her demands and leave- go far from Lake Side, never look at your video or pictures. At this point shutting down your blog and getting a boring office job sounds like a wonderful idea.
"We would find you, if you don't adhere to the agreement. We would bring you back, you and anyone you love." She smiles again, this time it's cruel and awful. You have no doubt this place could track you down and make your life even more of a living horror movie than it currently is.
You know you have no choice. What it comes down to is screw yourself or screw others.