I thought I'd try entering a story in the 'Halloween story contest.' I hope you enjoy my little horror story. I don't usually ask for votes but I guess I need them to be considered in the contest.
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My wife Chris and I, were holding hands and slowly walking through the cemetery. It was Halloween Eve, just before nightfall. We meet with a number of our friends at the cemetery every year at this time. We have been doing this ever since we were all teenagers, now we are all adults in our twenties.
We live in a rural area of Ohio where the moon and stars can be seen beyond the tall whispering trees above. As we arrived we seen our friends sitting on bales of hay waiting for us. Mark and Susan greeted us, Marsha and Roger, Chuck and Linda, Tom and Audrey were all there. They had their cooler of beer and beginning to light the few lanterns we had.
We would just sit around in the cemetery, telling 'Ghost Stories' and drinking beer. It was just an annual tradition. It was starting to get dark now, the telling of the stories began. Each person trying to tell a story more terrifying then the one before them. Most of the time they were just funny.
With the wind beginning to blow through the trees, and the sound of howling noises when the wind blew through the electrical wires, made it seem like a very eerie place.
It was now my turn to start telling a story.
I began telling them about an old movie that we had all seen. 'Night of the Living Dead.'
It was about 'Ghouls' coming out after dark on Halloween Eve. A 'Ghoul' is described as, an evil spirit, said to roam through graveyards to devour the dead. Mainly the freshly buried. They dig up the bodies and tear them apart just to eat them.
I continued my story. "As we sit here the ghouls are probably on their way to this very cemetery to devour of the fresh meat buried here in the last few days. In fact we are all sitting on one of those graves now."
Everyone looked down and seen we were on a freshly buried grave.
"What would happens if they found live bodies sitting on their future meals? They don't talk, they just make strange noises and they move rather slowly. But only God knows what would happen if they got hold of one of you good looking women."
The whistles of the winds picked up making more howling sounds. One of the lanterns blew out and Marsha screamed. The story was getting to the girls. I think a couple of the guys even got a little nervous.
"The ghouls seem to travel in packs. When you see them, there seems to be dozens traveling together. They have shovels and pick axes to dig out the bodies buried in fresh graves. If they were to surround a live body it would be so hard for a person to escape. Of course if you ever see a ghoul you will want to run, there will be more ghouls behind the first one."
It was really getting dark now. Everyone was tuned in to the sounds of the night.
Susan wanted to act as though the story wasn't bothering her. So she said, "If that old ghoul comes near me I'll just slip off my jeans and he can eat me. If that's what he want's."
