|Roses (standard:Ghost stories, 1656 words)|
|Author: Zeth||Added: May 18 2008||Views/Reads: 1977/1180||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Dont go into a haunted house.|
Over 100 years ago, five people were murdered. They were all a family, killed by a unknown killer, their necks were slashed with an ax. In memory of them, the wife's rich brother opened an entire cemetery in honor of them, called Rose Cemetery, Rose was her name... Only 30 people were ever buried there, all of them family of Rose. They soon built a house for caretakers of the 20 acres of land. Mostly Forrest, in the center of it are 27 headstones arranged in a circle, in the center is a well, surrounded by the blackest roses you could ever find. They were perfect, but had gone unnoticed, until they came.... Present Day: Fall had just struck Silver Cliff, Colorado with calm oranges, deep reds, and mellow yellow leaves. School was released early that Friday the 13, October. Kids ran off in all directions, toward their houses. A group of three started for the diner four blocks west of East Ridge Middle school. They went their every Friday since fifth grade, and now in seventh, the manager now knows them very well, and often give them free milkshakes. They walked into the nearly empty dinner and sat down at the booth closest to the register. It had a classy 50's feel to it, with black and white checkered tile, metallic seats, chrome tables, and all of the old adds, it was one of the best places to hang out at--at least for them. "Hey! How's it goin' for ya, why you off school early?" The manager said, getting their orders prepared, not needing them to decide. "Relax Will, we got off school early", David said, putting his binder on the floor, as did the others, Nick, and Ty. They sat back, and listened to their milkshakes being created. The Dinner had no name, they only called it The Dinner, and it was four blocks south of the Rose Cemetery, and four from the school, if you go the right way, and at one time, all three properties were owned by Rose's brother, or son at one time or another. It made a perfect right triangle. "Hey, have you guys ever herd of the Reed house?" Will asked the kids. "Yeah, wasn't like 30 people killed there", Ty said. "Thirty were buried there, five were originally killed." Says Will."There was a cemetery made up there, but over time, trees came in, and it got fenced off, and was totally forgotten about", Will continues. "Anyways, you guys want to go up there tonight, and see if it was HAUNTED", he said and chuckled at his remark, then handed the kids the milkshakes. Strawberry for Nick, Chocolate for David, and Vanilla for Ty. "Yeah, why not" David said, "You guys in?" Ty nodded, as he was already digging into his shake. Nick nodded too, although, he wasn't eating. "You don't talk much", Will said, looking at Nick. "He's never been a big one", Ty said, almost halfway through his shake. Yet amazingly, he is still skinny.... "Eh, that's still cool", Will smiled and went into the back. Came back out a few minutes later, "Here, This is the address of the place, I don't know why you would need it, but in case you do", he handed it to Nick and went into the back again, only not returning a second time. They finished and put a couple of bills on the table and left. They met at the school exactly four hours later, and started to the cemetery. ~ Ty had said he was sleeping over at David's house. David said he was Click here to read the rest of this story (130 more lines)
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