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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 01/16/2024
Resurrection
Born 1965, M, from Bloomery West Virginia, United States![Resurrection](/storage/story/F29BA482-3B24-8DA3-4A67-2B6B879FE1A7_1705470087-image(380x285-crop).jpeg)
Resurrection
By
Matthew Spence
They were gathered that night as agreed. It was snowing outside, and the night was pitch black save for the lights in the cabin and the one on the front porch. Jeremy knew that by morning there'd be several inches of white stuff on the ground Hopefully we'll be finished long before then, he thought. He didn't want to get stuck here overnight in case something went wrong.
"Okay, this is it," Evan said in a high, clear voice that sounded a little too confident. "There's no turning back now. Did you all bring what we need?"
Jeremy looked at the others. They'd all brought the required items-Sean a lock of hair, Alice a piece of cloth, himself, an old coffee mug that the intended target had once owned, and Evan, the most personal item, a napkin-with an old dried bloodstain on it from what he said was a paper cut.
"I'm still not sure about this." Alice looked down at her cloth. "Even if this works, what happens then?"
"She manifests herself," Sean answered. He was the most thoughtful of the group, and had been the most quiet throughout. "I guess we see her when she does."
"We all agreed to do this," Jeremy said. "It's too late to turn back now..."
Evan nodded. "Let's get the fire started, then." He went over to the cabin's brick fireplace. It was, like the cabin, more than a century old. He lit the fire underneath the logs and waited as the embers burned and flames sprouted up. "Let's start wit the first item."
Sean handed over the lock of hair. "I offer her flesh," he said. It wasn't really accurate, but the hair follicles still had some of their roots, which might have qualified.
"I offer her lips," Jeremy said, handing over the mug she'd drunk from.
"I offer her dress." Alice handed over the cloth.
"And I offer her blood," Jeremy said. After taking all of the items, he put them in a cast-iron cooker and set it over the fire.
"We ask that she show herself, on the night that she died," they all said in unison.
"Now what?" Alice whispered.
"Sean shrugged. "We wait. It's supposed to happen at midnight." He looked at his watch, it read 11:58.
"Two minutes to midnight?" Jeremy asked. "Kind of symbolic, isn't it?"
Evan held up his hand. "It's almost time," he whispered back. "Fifty eight seconds, fifty nine..."
At first nothing seemed to happen. Jeremy looked over at Alice. She'd been the most skeptical of their endeavor, and he wondered if she, like he, felt a little foolish. But then the wind outside began to pick up, and it got chiller in the cabin. The fire sparked and flared, then died down, while the lights flickered.
"Is that...?" Jeremy asked, but even as he did so, his question was answered by a thick knock on the cabin door.
They all turned their heads to look at it.
"The wind?" Alice whispered, as if trying to convince herself.
Jeremy tried to answer. "I..."
The knock happened again, louder this time and heavy enough to make the door shake.
"I think somebody should go see who it is," Sean said quietly. He looked around. With no one else volunteering, he slowly rose up and went to answer the door.
THE END.
Resurrection(Matthew Spence)
Resurrection
By
Matthew Spence
They were gathered that night as agreed. It was snowing outside, and the night was pitch black save for the lights in the cabin and the one on the front porch. Jeremy knew that by morning there'd be several inches of white stuff on the ground Hopefully we'll be finished long before then, he thought. He didn't want to get stuck here overnight in case something went wrong.
"Okay, this is it," Evan said in a high, clear voice that sounded a little too confident. "There's no turning back now. Did you all bring what we need?"
Jeremy looked at the others. They'd all brought the required items-Sean a lock of hair, Alice a piece of cloth, himself, an old coffee mug that the intended target had once owned, and Evan, the most personal item, a napkin-with an old dried bloodstain on it from what he said was a paper cut.
"I'm still not sure about this." Alice looked down at her cloth. "Even if this works, what happens then?"
"She manifests herself," Sean answered. He was the most thoughtful of the group, and had been the most quiet throughout. "I guess we see her when she does."
"We all agreed to do this," Jeremy said. "It's too late to turn back now..."
Evan nodded. "Let's get the fire started, then." He went over to the cabin's brick fireplace. It was, like the cabin, more than a century old. He lit the fire underneath the logs and waited as the embers burned and flames sprouted up. "Let's start wit the first item."
Sean handed over the lock of hair. "I offer her flesh," he said. It wasn't really accurate, but the hair follicles still had some of their roots, which might have qualified.
"I offer her lips," Jeremy said, handing over the mug she'd drunk from.
"I offer her dress." Alice handed over the cloth.
"And I offer her blood," Jeremy said. After taking all of the items, he put them in a cast-iron cooker and set it over the fire.
"We ask that she show herself, on the night that she died," they all said in unison.
"Now what?" Alice whispered.
"Sean shrugged. "We wait. It's supposed to happen at midnight." He looked at his watch, it read 11:58.
"Two minutes to midnight?" Jeremy asked. "Kind of symbolic, isn't it?"
Evan held up his hand. "It's almost time," he whispered back. "Fifty eight seconds, fifty nine..."
At first nothing seemed to happen. Jeremy looked over at Alice. She'd been the most skeptical of their endeavor, and he wondered if she, like he, felt a little foolish. But then the wind outside began to pick up, and it got chiller in the cabin. The fire sparked and flared, then died down, while the lights flickered.
"Is that...?" Jeremy asked, but even as he did so, his question was answered by a thick knock on the cabin door.
They all turned their heads to look at it.
"The wind?" Alice whispered, as if trying to convince herself.
Jeremy tried to answer. "I..."
The knock happened again, louder this time and heavy enough to make the door shake.
"I think somebody should go see who it is," Sean said quietly. He looked around. With no one else volunteering, he slowly rose up and went to answer the door.
THE END.
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