The Midnight Horror

The story didn’t even started and Marie was already trembling in fear.Joseph rooms was always cold that was why Monica begged  to tell hers stories in that room, "This way it will be more frightening"-she explained, at the moment that was the last thing Marie was thinking about.
“Come on Marie, I haven’t started!”-said Joseph
“You know that I don’t like horror stories so, I think you shouldn’t even get started”-answered Marie.
“Do you know what you are? A chicken, that’s what!”
“Shut up, I am only thirteen and you and Monica are already sixteen.”-Monica shook when her name was mentioned.
“Leave your sister alone, Joseph if she doesn’t want to listen to those stupid stories of yours them she doesn’t.”-defended Monica, putting a smile on Marie’s face.
“Ok fine, Marie you can go to your room. Mom and dad should be arriving from that stupid concert.”-And started gazing at Monica-“so want to hear?”
“You know I want, start …start  ...”-she said as he turned off the lights.

“Ok, this story is about a man, a lonely man, to be more precise a taxi driver.
Always driving around town, in his yellow cab. Every day, he passed by a graveyard, where he, always, saw a dark-haired teenager .Every day…she gazed at him while he passed delivering someone to their destinies.
When one day, while the man was passing in that same old graveyard, as soon as the girl sees him, she gets up and calls  him.
He stops the car, and she enters, to the back seat.
“Where do you want me to take you?”
She opened her blue eyes and looked at the taxi driver-“You will know when to stop.”
Scared, the taxi driver started driving through the entire block on a near by village didn’t knew why.
Suddenly, he stops and looks back. The little girl vanished.
“Where is she?”-many questions the driver said to himself, the only thing he saw was a piece of paper seating in his back seat. He grabbed it, which was next to a photo…a photo of the little girl …He read the piece of paper.
It was hand-wrote, an address. More questions.
The man started looking for the place in the address when suddenly he looks to the building next to his car. It had the same address.
You will know when to stop.
Up the stairs, the man went, until he found out the floor written in the piece of paper.
He knocked at the door. An old lady answers the door.
“What can I do for you, sir?”-she asked
“This might sound stupid but, do you know this little girl?”-asked the scared taxi driver
The woman looked shocked  when she saw the photo of the little girl.
“You  ... you might want to come in.”-she said still looking at the photo.
The taxi driver explained the story, noticing that the old woman was getting more scared and shocked at every word he said and once again, he asked:
“So do you know this little girl?”
“Yes …yes I do know. My… my daughter.”
“Where can I find your daughter?”
The old woman got up from her seat, and with her finger she pointed out of her window. The man confused followed the imaginary line that the old woman’s finger was tracing.
“It can’t be!”
Sadly the old woman said:” Yes, seven years ago.”
Her finger was pointing to the graveyard.

“Bohh-ohh, so she was dead, not that scary, Joseph”-Monica said still seating in the persian rug in Joseph's room
“I think it’s kind of scary.”-He defended. “Have you got a better one?”
She laughed, in an evil way, which scared Joseph.
“Now that you mention it, I do have one.
My grandma told me this story, its name I won’t tell you, it would spoil the ending, let’s start.

1950
I was setting on my old armchair, looking at the fire in my fireplace, when suddenly I hear something coming from the outside part of my house. The sound was a screaming, not by one person, by a whole bunch of people. Quickly, I stand up and open the wooden door .A mob was at my house’s door and I was confused as I was scared Who are this people? -I thought the moment my hands started to shake. Only one person started getting is way throw the crowd and came to me, a bald man that I recognised as the major of the little village where I lived.
“How could you do that, Parker?”-he mumbled
My face started, as my mind felt, to express some fright.
“What…what are you saying?”
“Are you trying to make a fool out of me? Why did you rape that girl? Tell me!”-he accused
“R…rape? What are you all talking about?”-at that moment I started to tremble.
“Oh come on, I don’t have time for this! Macarthur Parker you are arrested by the town’s major for the raping of a 15 year old girl”-he said while some police officers hand cuffed him.
The villagers seamed happy.
“Oh, one less rapper in our village, one less problem…”
“That major sure is precise, that Parker is, finally now, going to where he belongs.”
At that moment, I understood what the major’s purpose was, to kill me.

This rivalry started at a very young age, college times, Beatrix was the love of his life and also mine. I won her heart, and his hate. Olivier was his name and one day he swore revenge and that day had come. Beatrix and I got married and 3 years ago she passed away…..Oh Beatrix, how I miss you now.

Olivier was the major; I couldn’t do anything except wait for his revenge. I was sure that he was the man who rapped that girl, just to blame it on me. Once we got to the police station both policemen let me go, and once again I was face to face with Olivier.
“Such a dirty trick, Olivier. But I can handle it”-I lied
“You can? I don’t think so, you’ll see.”-and he walked away still laughing.
Still hand cuffed I looked around. Only saw Olivier always looking at something that from my point of view I couldn’t see and looking right back at me with a stupid smile. Seconds after that, another policeman entered the station and loudly said:
“The hole is already made.”
I couldn’t understand what he was trying to say with that expression, but soon enough I would.
Both men started grabbing that thing that I couldn’t see, until they put it in front of me.
My fright level started to rise as I looked upon what Olivier was smiling about. And suddenly I started to understand what they were going to do to me.
The hole is already made
…that Parker is, finally now, going to where he belongs
In front of me there was a coffin …
“You can’t do that! No…no, you are not capable of doing such des-human thing.”-I started to shake like I never shook before. I was scared, terribly scared.

“This is my revenge and I serve it cold, very, very cold.”
Against my will, they grabbed my by the back and put me inside the casket. I try to fight back but I was hand cuffed, I couldn’t even move my arms.
Once I was inside the wooden coffin, in their backs both Olivier and the policeman took the wood box led me to the hole.
I could hear the screams of joy coming from the happy villagers when Olivier put me in the hole and started to return the sand to its place.
Yes, I was being buried.
“Get me out of here, get me out of her”-I screamed-“You are going to pay for this Olivier…”
Now here I am under the sand. I can still hear the sound of the music coming from the villager’s celebrations. They were happy that I was gone.
I don’t have got much time to live.
Oh Beatrix, how I miss you now, I am going to see you soon.

“The Premature Burial”
Monica started laughing, the moment she saw Joseph trembling in fear.
“Poor guy, I sure wish I wasn’t him.”-he said as she continued to laugh
“Oh boy, that was a good time, but not that frightening “she said as she got up from that floor where both kids were seating.
She walked to the window and tried to see anything.
“Oh my God,  Joseph!”
“What? What is it??”
“Come here; to the window come see this man”
“Oh my God! Is … is that blood!
“Is… is that a knife?”
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