On The Night Of St. Walpurgis

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

To be honest, I'd never heard of St. Walpurgis before. A night similar to Halloween.

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On The Night Of St Walpurgis

You’re crazy, Jen. You do realize that?” Mandi shook her head in despair as her sister carried on lacing up her boots.

I’ve got to do it; that’s all there is to it.”

But can’t you pick a different night to walk right across to the other side of town and back?”

“Nope. That's the dare.It has to be tonight or it won't count for anything and they’ll never stop with the taunting.” Boots firmly tied, Jen pulled a black hoodie over her head.

Mandi tapped her fingers as she thought. “How about getting Dad to drive you over there. He could park somewhere out the way, you could walk the rest of the way. Gabby would never know.”

Jen laughed a hollow laugh. “You think? Gabby knows everything. And anyway, you should know that I never, ever cheat.”

But tonight? There’s gonna be piles of drunks out there, along with the... dead.”

She wants me to back out and give her yet another thing to torment me about.” Jen stood up and pulled her hood down as far as it would go over her face. “If Mom or Dad phone, cover for me, okay?”

Sure, but I still think you shouldn’t go.”

* * *

To start with, the streets were quiet. Those that were going out to celebrate had already gone and Jen felt quite comfortable as she put one foot firmly in front of the other. Occasionally there would be a rustle in a hedge, or the sound of movement, and she had to force herself not to hesitate or look around.

The nearer she got to the center of the town, the more people she came upon. Some of the houses had their doors wide open, and revellers spilled out into the gardens and onto the street itself. Some of the costumes were pretty creepy too, but the glasses or cans gave the creatures away as being no more than people dressed up.

Jen crossed the road several times to avoid guys and girls who, if not drunk, were certainly in high spirits. She’d managed to make herself invisible, she thought, but a bit prematurely.

Hey, look! It’s little Jennifer! Come on over and we’ll give you a good time!”

And from the sound of it he was soon going to be joined by a pile of his mates. Hating the way it made her look scared, Jen ran. Bradley gave chase for a while, but she guessed he was too drunk to follow her for long.

The town was lit up, and pubs and clubs were in full swing, waiting for midnight when the ghouls were meant to roam the street. It could not be that far away. Jen stayed as close to the walls as she could, but picked up her pace. The challenge Gabby had set was for her to knock on her door at exactly midnight. To do that Jen had to pass the graveyard. Not the new one, but one that was so full of graves it had been closed to burials for several years.

Going through it would be fine. But on the night of St Walpurgis, it was said that just after midnight graves would open and their occupants would rise for a yearly get-together. Their intent would be to cause mischief and mayhem, together with as much terror as they could whip up.

In spite of the graveyard, Jen was glad when she had put the town behind her. The night seemed much darker after the bright lights of the town and several times Jen caught sight of movement. She had five minutes to get there and that was all the excuse she needed to hunch forward and break into a jog.

Gabby’s door was closed and the house was in darkness.

Just great!” Jen muttered, tempted to kick at the door but managing to just about refrain. “Jeez! Now how the hell am I gonna prove I was here.”

Conscious of the minutes ticking by, Jen felt the inside of her pockets. She found and old receipt, screwed up and ragged, but she’d no pen or pencil. She pushed the scrap of paper through the letterbox. The fact that she knew it was there would have to do.

* * *

It was a cool night for the time of year. All Jen wanted to do was to get home, climb into bed and get warm, but she had a long way to go before she could do that. The graveyard was on her left, as she began to walk by it. A tree creaked, making her jump, and she was sure there was movement in the darkness.

Was it a trick of the light? Up ahead she could see some figures.Indistinct and blurry they might be but they were definitely human in shape. Jen felt her blood turn to ice as she became conscious of the fact that she was being followed. Hardly daring to breathe, she tried to keep her pace steady. If she sped up, she was in danger of catching up with the leading group.

As her eyes focussed ahead she could see them more clearly.They seemed to disintegrate and reform, swirling around, over and through parked vehicles; stretching up to extinguish the street lights. Could she hide, Jen wondered. But where? These things seemed to be able to fit into the smallest of gaps as well as expand to fill up the largest.

Jen realized her mistake too late. She had been so intent on watching those in front she had ignored those that were creeping up behind until they began to swarm around her. Her mouth opened to scream out for help, but they were ready to take advantage, entering her mouth, clogging up her throat until she could no longer breathe.

It did not take long for her struggle to end. Jen’s body collapsed to the ground as the ghosts and ghouls swarmed around her, invading her body and seizing control. Eventually the five had managed to take possession. Her arms and legs thrashed as a battle raged inside her, for there could be only one winner.

First one was expelled, like a fetid breath, then another and another, until her body was under the control of a single entity. Jen’s eyes snapped open, sightlessly staring as her limbs struggled to get her up on to her feet. She took one unsteady step, then another, before the ghoul became acclimatized to the new body.

If anyone had been watching they would have seen Jen shambling back towards the graveyard, wandering past the gaping holes that had opened up in the ground there, until she finally climbed into a grave and lay down. The coffin slammed shut and the earth fell back on top of it. Jen would not be seen for another year and by that time she would be unrecognizable.

 

 


Submitted: May 02, 2020

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Mike S.

Spooky-goodness, Hull!

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 8:56pm

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Had you heard of it? Quite a big thing in the Nordic countries apparently. Thanks for reading, Mike.

Mon, May 4th, 2020 11:54am

Vance Currie

Eew! I don't think I would like to be a protagonist in one of your stories, Hully. I do hope that Jen would no longer be conscious when she was buried in the coffin. Or was she even there any more? Interesting.

Sat, May 2nd, 2020 10:15pm

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They don't all end in a gruesome way... just mostly. Thanks, Joe.

Mon, May 4th, 2020 11:52am

Sue Harris

Oh dear, poor Jen. What a terrible demise! A very atmospheric, ghostly tale. Riveting!

Sun, May 3rd, 2020 2:13pm

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Had you heard of it? I hadn't but I Googled it, and it is a real thing. Thanks for reading, Sue.

Mon, May 4th, 2020 11:51am

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