Ok here we go, here’s a short story I’m writing called The Witch’s House. Just in case your wondering, this does have a “Chrisitan adgenda” to it. Sorta like the Frank E. Perretti books.
It’s not finnished either and I stop writing sorta where the point of interest starts. I think it could be a good movie, thats my ultimate goal, to create a movie, not just a short story, but this helps me get it out and remember things better
So here is is, let me know what you think.
…::The Witch House::…
The community at Lake Arrowhead, Tx is a simple, quite one, but things are about to get complicated.
Head lights in the distance peak over the hill of a road as a bunch of mischievious teenagers drive they’re truck down an old dusty road.
A guy named Jerry stands up and shouts “Hey guy’s check it out!” he stands up in the back of the moving truck.
The driver, Chris sees him and swerves.
Jerry says “Whoa Chris! That aint funny man!”
Chris shouts out the window “Yeah I know, save your energy for when we get the The Witch House!”.
“Geez, what an idiot, he actually believes that old ghost story.” Jerry says to his friends riding with him in the back of the truck.
They drive past a few sparcely scattered, old, darkened, abbandoned buildings. They’re head lights cutting through a thick and chilling fog. With only a new moon it is black and unnerving, not a sound of any animal or insect can be heard, the air is, dead. They pull up to a gate and sign that reads “Christian Town Cemetary”.
Jerry ask’s “Hey Chris?”
“Uh, I don’t see a witch, a witches house or a house at all dude.”
Chris replies “Yeah, um thats because it’s through the grave yard, like on the other side of it. About a quater of a mile is what the website said.”
“Ok well I still don’t see… Oh my god!” In Jerry’s midsentance the fog parts and the headlights catch a faint, but eiry image of a two story abbandon house just past the cemetary.
“Ok so lets do this thing.” say’s Jerry.
They open the gate and make they’re way through the cemetary.
“I sure hope there’s a twelve pack in that house.” Jerry say’s jokingly.
They continue they’re walk through the graveyard, shadows of dead trees and tomb stones creep along they’re path as the faint light from they’re flashlights shed light on the path to the house.
“I read that this was once a very strict Christian town and there was an old woman who lived behind the graveyard, she was a witch it say’s, the towns people suspected her of it, but she never admited to it. So one day the church that was right next to it burnt to the ground and the preacher told the towns poeple to find her and burn her to death, so the towns people came to her house and bang down the door, they said the saw her sitting on the floor with a circle of blood around her and she was holding the head of a goat in her hands. They shot her and lit her house on fire, but she wasn’t dead yet, she ran out the house on fire screaming, By the last drop of blood from my viens, By the last breath of my lungs, I curse you!”
Jerry asks “So what happened to all the towns people?”
“Well a plague over came the town and everyone became sick, since they believed medicine was of the devil, they all died painful, slow, deaths.”
All the sudden a blood curtling scream comes from behind one of the tombstones, Jerry and his friends scream and start to run in the opposite direction, but a figure in a black cloak moves out from behind the tombstone in front of them. Jerry starts to take a swing at it.
The cloaked figure shouts “Whoa Jerry, wait! It’s me Amy, you know, your girlfriend!”
“Amy! You scared the crap outa me, I love you!”
“I love you too scardy cat.” Amy replies.
“Hey Shawna, great work with that scream.”
“Thanks, Jerry.” Shwana replies.
“Whew boy, I tell ya, Jimmy sure would of had a fit if he were out here with us. Probably would have been speakin in toungues, sayin somthin like Shaba-laba-laba or somthin, eh Jerry?”
“Jimmy may be a party pooper and believe in some stupid stuff, but he at least feels good about where he’s going when he dies, I don’t believe that crap about God and stuff.” Jerry replies.
“Yeah, he’ll loosen up and start livin’ it with us once he gets laid, if any girl would be brave enough to do that.” Chris laughs.
“So I dare you to spend 5 minutes in that house Jerry.”
“Make it 10.” Jerry says.
“Ok, 10 it is”.
Jerry makes his way up the steps to the looming darkened house.