Screams of a Pained Soul

Hey there (mainly kat - the only one thats gonna actually read this thing :P)
This is nowhere near finished yet - It needs alot of work in the middle to bulk it out a little more but heres the start of a short story ive written - Lemmie know what you think/Ideas of what i can change/add to make it better? ^_^
Thank you ^_^

~Chloe Out!

    He gripped my hand tight. I felt as though it would shatter under the immense pressure of his grip, but I didn’t care. An icy breath of air made its way down the back of my neck making me jump out of my goose pimpled skin. We quickened our pace. My heart thumping like a cheetah’s paws pounding on the ground as he races after his prey. The moon, full and bright, lighting up the sky and giving a somewhat eerie appearance over the moonlit Graveyard. The sharp sound of metal chains clanging together was alarming, sending chills down our spines as we huddled together like penguins, sheltering from the cold. A bright light shone in our eyes startling us both, we broke into a sprint and darted into the church and hid behind the door, cowering together, listening to the loud footsteps approaching the church doors…

    The school bell rang loudly signalling the end of an average day in the life of a last year student, jumping up I ran at a sprint to the school gates, dodging students as they slowly sauntered to get their bags. “There he is” I thought, seeing my boyfriend hovering around the gate looking around, rather lost like a child coming up the beach looking for his mother in the crowd of strangers.
   
    Christopher was a tall, thin boy with black hair brushed to one side covering one eye, spiked at the back resembling a hedgehog. He always has an expression on his face that would make anybody think that we was constantly under distress even though he doesn’t really feel any emotion a lot of the time, unless he’s with myself. I gripped his arm and hauled him off to someplace quiet and abandoned, without screaming first years playing their childish games in the school car park.

    “Tonight’s the night” I muttered into his ear. A look of excitement and nerves crossed his face.
“What do we have to do?” he asked with a slight worried tone, lost in all the excitement.
“We’ve been over this already countless times” I angrily said, irritated that he had forgotten the plan over and over again, “Is this all just a big game to him?“ I thought to myself. I let out a deep sigh “Forget the plan we will just go with the flow” I eventually said giving up on trying to get what we were doing into his brain. I again grabbed his arm and we made out way to the abandoned house that we have been using as our secret get together point.

    A chilling gust of wind makes its way down my back as we walk up the uneven driveway to the abandoned house, the window shutters clash in the shadows making us both jump. I grab the handle of the front entrance, knowing full well I didn’t need to turn it to get into the one house, and pushed the door slightly making it fall to the floor from the wood rotten around the hinges. A giant waft of dust from it hitting the ground suffocates us as we walk into the empty, hollow building. The house was somewhat creepy and over the years of neglect, had a ghastly smell of wet rotten wood. We both took deep breaths of the last bit of fresh air around up and made our way to the house and up to the attic trying not to breath in the foul smell.

    Even though we have made our way to the abandoned attic every other day for about two months now, gathering resources and waiting for the right lunar phase, I still feel shivers down my spine every time we enter the eerie atmosphere, we made our way over to the far, darkest corner of the room to find the brown, old and warn chest of artefacts that we had gathered over the last 2 months, I search around in my pockets for the key, heart skipping a beat thinking I had lost it and the thought of the plan going to pot. I finally found it, remembering I had put it in my boot for safe keeping “Too safe…” I thought to myself smiling slightly. I searched around in the darkness for the keyhole, clumsy from excitement and anticipation. I could hear Christopher’s breathing hitch at the sound of metal against metal as the key slides into the hole, we just stood there in silence for a moment before both lifting the lid of the heavy chest. Inside lay different artefacts but the one thing that would have caught anyone’s eye first would have been the beautiful Red Ruby and Ebony Jewelled Cross shaped necklace. I picked it up letting the chain drape though my fingers, looking at the cross for a moment then gripping it tight…“its time“
   
    We ran off to the church yard where the moon was bright, the clouds moving away slowly showing its brilliance, and beauty, just right for what was needed to summon her.

    Tonight…is the night we meet the Banshee.

    A banshee is a demon who wanders the Earth feeding on female souls in great pain, usually ones that are hurt by their partners as that is the reason she is a banshee herself.. from having her heart broken by her one true love. Hunting only at night, this demon uses her voice as a high-pitched call to locate a victim by hearing the inner cry. She does this by honing in on the waves of pain that emit from the stricken. When she locates the victim, her cry turns into a lethal scream which causes the female’s blood vessels to burst, and in turn turning them into her own kind too.

    We set up the equipment needed over her grave. 5 Black as the night candles aligned in a circle, chalking out a pentagram leaving a candle at every point, we put down 5 large crystals in-between each candle. We placed lit incense sticks all around us, filling the air with a beautiful lavender aroma. In the middle of the Pentagram laid a beautiful gray bowl, with delicate gothic designs on it. I took out a bottle from my bag, also engraved with the same floral design, and poured it into the bowl slowly making sure not to spill a drop of the precious liquid, as without this the spell would be incomplete and she would not come. We were ready.

    Before I could bring myself to complete the process, I found myself sat there thinking about everything.. Everything that brought us to where we were. Remembering the reasons we were about to bring the banshee out.

[Heres the bit I need to add to if you hadn’t realised :P - reflecting on the past telling you more about why they're doing this, and tieing up loose ends in the story line]


    I took from out of my pocket the red ruby cross, feeling nervous about what the future held for us young lovers, I gripped Christopher’s hand slightly afraid of what we will be doing, wondering if what we were about to do was wrong, wondering if things would go to plan, wondering if we would get out alive. Christopher could see my hesitation and took the Ruby Cross from my hand, even though he was the one that started out nervous he seams rather calm now. He turned and dropped the cross slowly and cautiously into the mixture left in the beautiful gray bowl being careful not to splash a drop out.

    He turned and gripped my other hand, facing opposite me, both inside the pentagram “its time.” he whispered in a voice that had practically no emotion. I nodded feeling sure I will regret my decision to go ahead with it by the end on the night. I got the photo from the bag sat limp next to me, and placed it onto the potion, making it float.

    I faced Christopher and closed my eyes as he did with his and we started to chant the spell that would complete the transaction, feeling his hands shake while he gripped mine tight we started to say the forbidden incantation.
“The shrieking screams that feasts on pain,
And leaves more sorrow than it gains
Will now be drawn to the one that seeks,
To vanquish the chaos that it wreaks”

    Silence…

    We sat there just looking at each other, feeling mixed emotions for what had just happened, feeling relieved that nothing had happened and also feeling annoyed that we has both been so silly as to letting us get our hopes up.

    But then just as I reached out to pick up one of the crystals to clear up the unneeded mess we had both made when suddenly a loud shrieking laughter could be heard coming out of nowhere. My stomach dropped, knowing full well where the sounds were coming from, I turned to Christopher, and received a knowing look from him too.

    Christopher gripped my hand tight, I felt as though it would shatter under the immense pressure of his grip, but I didn’t care. “She’s Here” An icy breath of air made its way down the back of my neck making me jump out of my goose pimpled skin. “She’s watching” We quickened our pace jogging to find the exit of the graveyard. My heart thumping like a cheetah’s paws pounding on the ground as he races after his pray. The moon, full and bright, lighting up the sky and giving a somewhat eerie appearance over the moonlit Graveyard. The sharp sound of metal chains clanging together was alarming, sending chills down our spines as we huddled together like penguins, sheltering from the cold. A bright light shone in our eyes startling us both, we broke into a sprint and darted into the church and hid behind the door, cowering together, listening to her shrieks and cry’s and loud footsteps approaching the church doors “She’s found us”…

The End

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