What I am about to tell you really happened but you have to understand many will believe it did not. I will be honest with you as I do not lie. This story is real but you have to understand that on the evening in question I had a lot to drink. I mean a lot. Probably more then any other time in my life. Even more then the time I chugged half a litre or white tequila just to prove I could do it. There are things I remember clearly about the evening in question and others I don't, but this one event was very clear.
There were three of us, four in total including me. We had decided to get drunk and bought your standard easily packable liquor and made our way to an old forgotten grave yard that was over 800 yards or so from and old gravel road. We had been there many times before but only in the past and we had never brought so much booze with us before.
The grave yard is a great place to visit. Always a foreboding feeling and it makes the girls stay real close to you. It is kind of out in the middle of a field surrounded by trees which is what makes it odd. Nothing grows around it but grass and your occasional wild flower here and there but no one has tended it that we knew of. Most of the stones are old, some dates on them whilst other do not. The oldest we found dated back to 1918. The most recent that I can remember thinking about it was 1932. What is most odd is the number of stones that indicate children were buried there not over the age of 10.
On this particular night we arrived and got right to drinking. We played your normal drinking games and did the normal stupid things. On this night though we got very drunk and rather then exit the area to do our business as we had done before, we became lazy and did this on the grave stones and graves. I was the first to pay no mind and as I was reliving myself on a particularly inviting stone a friend said I should stop. It was disrespectful. I being drunk by then told him to bugger off and that dead people have more important things to worry about or consider.
After a short while it seemed that all accept the girls agreed with me and did there business in the same way. I have to admit looking back had I not been so drunk I never would have done this. Not because I would be worried of anything happening but because looking back, it was disrespectful.
Later that evening, I was propped up against a stone and Natasha one of the girls I had came with was by my side as I peered through the slits in my eyes at the others and the fire we had built. They were laughing, jumping over the fire and doing stupid things in the like. Jim, one of my best mates looked in my direction and I thought he was going to say something. Instead his face turned to horror and he started screaming, "Oh my God what is that!" over and over. He backed into the fire about the third time he said this and tripped and fell into it. It was not a large fire but his shirt instantly ignited maybe because he had spilt some of the booze on it. I jumped up at this time, somewhat freaked out that he had been screaming to help him up and put out the flames. As I moved closer he rolled out of the fire saying, "Oh my God get it away from me! Get it away!" The others asked," Jim what are you talking about get it away" and to this he only started crying and blubbering.
As I attempted to get him of the ground the others who were doing the same mentioned it was getting very cold. They could not believe how cold it was. I asked them what they were talking about because it was just as warm as it had been when a sudden silence fell over my friends.
Bob who was there first said in a timid voice "Did... Did you hear that?" stuttering. I looked at him and said "What?" His face grew ashen, my friend who was holding Jim up let go and dropped him.
For a second as if slow motion everyone paused and then they all took of running toward the road screaming. Natasha who had been behind me started screaming "Don't leave me!" And some of the others screamed back as they ran, "Run! Oh my God run!" And so she began to but as she got closer to me, I was still standing there now believing they were playing a joke she started blubbering, "Oh God Jim don't let it hurt me, please please please don't let it hurt me."
AS Jim slowly stood up. I looked into her eyes with a smile trying to tell her the joke was up but as I looked at her I saw a face full of fear that alone scared me as well. I choked out, "What's wrong." Just in time to hear the most blood curtling scream I have ever heard. She rushed past me reaching for Jim's hand and as she took it she tripped over my leg making me lose my balance. I would not have normally done this except for the fact I was very pissed. I stumbled back and to this day I do not know what I tripped on. All I remember is falling backward and everything going completely black.
I woke the next morning face down in a ditch half way between there and my home. As I stirred I heard laughter and thought that someone was standing over me. I could barley think and felt like puking. As I stood up I remember that my clothes were wet and that I smelled of urine. I thought of great, I urinated on myself while I was passed out. However upon closer inspection I was soaked from head to toe with it. I looked around to see who was laughing and believing the same person had probably relieved themselves on me, I saw no one around.
I began walking the rest of the way home and when I got there after hosing myself off I called Natasha and asked her what happened the night before. She asked what I was talking about and I told her what happened. She said no one had gone to the grave yard in over two weeks and had certainly not gone the night before. It's taking me a long time to tell this story.
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