It was raining harder than ever so we all decided to quit playing football and head home. To walk through North Cedar Hill cemetary was no big deal for the group of us. We played in there all the time and were familiar with all of the tales of wacky happenings and goings on told to us by the elders in the community.
We left Wissinoming Park and headed home through the cemetary as it was the most direct route. Night was beginning to fall and with the rain clouds 5pm had turned to near night in the middle of the summer. We headed up the hill when up ahead we could see headlights driving towards us. The 7 of us were well versed in running from the cops or the cemetary caretakers so we all hid behind various tombstones awaiting the vehicle to pass us.
It never did.
We started to look at one another wondering if we should make a run for it for the fences. So we all started to creep out of our hiding spots when we all suddenly froze. Everyone was silent, all you could hear was the pounding rain upon our muddy clothing. Up ahead of us by about 50 yards a black van was pulled over and 6-7 people all dressed in black were standing around in a circle. We all looked at each other in silent amazement at what we had stumbled upon. We all settled back into our spots and just watched what happened next.
The people in black began to chant what sounded like Latin. They lit a fire in the middle of their circle and began to walk around it. Then one of them went to the van and reappeared with a rooster. He/she/it walked back to the center of the circle, held the rooster over his head and then stabbed it repeatedly as he lowered it to the ground. Stabbing away the others in black joined in ripping the bird to shreads. They then threw the bloody carcass onto the small fire they had built chanted something and then piled into the van and took off.
We all sat there in utter disbelief of what we had just seen. We didn't move for close to 10-15 minutes maiinly from fear that the van would return. When we finally did move we all walked up to the now charred remains of the rooster and decided to get as far away from there as we could.
Satanic worship happens everywhere, sometimes in your own backyard.
Keep your eyes peeled here all this weekend as I will be sharing some very true horror stories for Halloween.
10 comments:
Great...So much for curing my insomnia. Now I'm going to be scared to sleep. Hmmm...If everything works out tonight, I won't have to sleep alone anyway.
hey good ideas for blogging. I have a few to tell myself.
Satanic worship? It was a bbq, you big wuss!
(Good post, I was kacking myslef.)
i dont like spooky stories...they freak me out.
wdky-kacking is that slang for touching yourself? i dont get it.
No, Kimmy, it's slang for pooing!
That story is great. Your a very talented writer with a very nice back side.
Morgan
ooh ok WDKY jus' checkin.
See K O W, not only are your posts entertaining but educational too. I now know what kacking is.
It must be like the thing to play in cemetary's in Philly. Used to play in one in Fox Chase. Was the only area large enough to play football....lol. Those freaking mosoleums...with those lights in them -creepy as hell.
I'm not sure satanists would sacrifice a chicken though?
Eerie story just in time for spooky eve. well told. Cops scare me more than satanic worhipers.
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