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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
843
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The House by the Graveyard
The House by the Graveyard
Title: The House by the Graveyard
Author + Email: shewolf [whitewolf56au@yahoo.com.au]
Pairing: None
Rating + Type: NC17, horror, torture, death of a child
Disclaimers: This story is mine, wholly and solely
Beta: Blaxkdrang
Archive: EA, Forbidden_Pleasures, [yahoo groups], AFF.net. Any where else please ask.
Notes: All of my stories can be found on my yahoo group site Shewolf a.k.a Wolfy. [ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/shewolf_aka_wolfy/ ]
Everything in between # # is one thinking in ones own mind. FB is always welcomed, so tell me what you think please.
Summery: An old woman lives in an even older house by an even older graveyard.
** # **
“I hear that she is a witch”
“I hear that she has a wort on her nose”
“I hear that she rides on a broomstick”
“I hear that she kills babies and smears their body fat all over her body and dances in the nude under a full moon”
“I eat that she eats children”
“I only eat them after I have roasted them alive and - only - when they are nice and crispy”
The children gulped and spun around sharply, they saw her standing there in all her horror. The witch that lived in the old house by the graveyard.
“So if you children do not wish to get roasted and eaten – piss off – NOW!!”
She emphasised the last word but the look that she gave them would have done it just as well.
“Pesky children” She snarled.
She held the door open with her foot as she lifted the heavy bag and closed the door with her backside.
The bag made a muffle sound and she kicked it with her foot “Shut-up”
A whimper could be heard, she kicked it again no more noise came from the potato sack.
** # **
The police sergeant typed up the report, “5th kid this month Sam, looks like we have a serial killer on our hand”
“Except for one thing Mac, we don't have any bodies”
“Well yep that is true, but I'm still getting this feeling that we will soon find them, it just takes time”
** # **
The child's mother and some of her friends had placed 'missing' notices all over the town, in shop windows and on lamp posts.
“Don't worry Sarah, they will find her”
“Have they found the others? No, and I do not think that they will find my Liz”
** # **
She smiled wickedly as she opened the sack and watched as the frightened child climbed out of it.
“Please... don't hurt me” The child whimpered, “Why?.. what do you want from me?”
The old woman ignored her, the child tried to run for the stairs but in an instant she was grabbed by the hair and spun around. The old woman clenched her fist and punched the child in the face breaking her nose making it bleed.
“Cry all you want child, no one will hear you down here, you are mine now” The old woman hissed, then grabbing the frightened child, she shackled her to the post.
** # **
The child's mother sat and wept, her daughter was the 5th child to be taken this month. The day had started out normal, nothing strange happened, nothing at all.
Elizabeth awoke laughing and bouncing around the room as normal, came down to breakfast as normal and then went off to school, all was normal but it wasn't.
The school phoned and asked why wasn't Elizabeth there to do her school evaluation exams?. Elizabeth's mother blinked twice and looked at the phone, her child was a good child, hadn't started to rebel yet not like some of her friends children had.
She was only 11 years old, she hadn't even started her puberty yet. Her mother sat and wept uncontrollably.
** # **
The old woman looked the child up and down “Let me see what shall I try first? The branding iron? The ice pick perhaps? How about that scalpel my brother gave to me for xmas?”
The frightened child's eyes opened wide as she looked for one torture tool to another. “Why are you hurting me? Why?” She screamed.
“Because I can sweet child, because I can” The old woman took a pair of dress scissors and slit the child's dress down the front, “Oh dear, looks like I nicked your skin and made it bleed” She laughed.
The screams were never heard and the body was not found, for the witch did as she had always done, buried the torn broken body in the graveyard that was next to her house.
The police had questioned her, they had questioned every strange looking and behaving person it the town. But to no avail, they even looked around her home but found nothing.
“She gives me the creeps” Lt. Johnson said
“She gives every one the creeps, living all alone like that and so close to that graveyard” His boss replied.
** # **
Child 6 was taken from outside his home.
“He had heard the ice-cream van coming down the street and ran outside to get one for himself and his mum” The aunt told the police.
The old woman did not enjoy torturing boys as much as she did girls. There was something about the way a frightened girl screamed that delighted her so.
Her brother had once told her how he placed rubber bands on their limbs and watched, as their tied off part turned blue and then black from loss of blood.
He had even placed on around the child's throat and watched as he slowly chocked to death.
She wanted to try this herself and see if it was as much fun as her brother had said it was.
It was.
** # **
The FBI had finally been called to investigate and to stop the children from disappearing, they failed in all their endeavors.
The police chief pounded his fist on his desk “15 children so far and what have you done to stop this?”
“We have tried everything known to man and beast” The FBI man replied.
“Well... well...” he stammered, he was so angry but he knew that the FBI man was right, they had tried everything.
Interviewed all the same suspects and found nothing, just like they had.
For 6 months all was quiet and the town folk prayed that it finally stopped, but they were wrong.
16 and 17 were taken from the library, and they were not children, they were teenagers. The number increased by two, again the FBI were called in, again the town was questioned, again nothing.
Brother and sister enjoyed working together, they enjoyed their time together “Just like old times hey sis?”
“Indeed little brother indeed”
They shared the same passion for torture and killing, it started out with small animals, then went on to larger ones and finally children.
But never adults for they would always fought back and were not nearly as much fun as kids were. An adult would and did brave the pain that was inflicted on them, they also took longer to die and did not scream as loud as a child did.
But it was not only their taste for torture that brought these two siblings close, it was also their taste for each other.
Her brother was 11 when he first touched her breast and she did not remove his hand. He was 12 when he touched her fanny and not long later moved his hand inside her panties.
She was 13 when she first licked and sucked at his small but thick penis and when she was 14 they had sex.
Their own parents did not care for they to shared each other. They might not have been full brother and sister but they were step siblings.
** # **
Again and as always the screams were not heard, the bodies not found.
Then it stopped, the town held their breath.
Nothing happened, 6 months had passed... nothing.
A year.... nothing, and then a town developer came, he asked about the old house by the graveyard.
He went to inspect it, but there was no answer at the front door. The police were called and the door smashed in.
They found the remains of two skeletons in the upstairs bedroom, the coroner could nor say what happened to them, nor could he tell them who the male bones belonged to, but the female's bone were that of the old witch.
The town developer bought up the land and the money went to charity.
While tearing the old house down and moving the centuries old graveyard they found half decomposed bodies upon bodies.
The police were called in as was the FBI, bodies were carefully taken from the ground and placed on cold steal tables to be inspected later.
Dental records were used to identify each corps, the parents of the missing children and teenagers were called.
“She did it, that creepy old woman killed all those kids?” The young lieutenant asked.
“It looks that way, but what I don't get is why we never knew? We spoke to her several times” And then the penny dropped. “I know who's skeleton was lying along side of hers?”
“Who's sir?”
“Her brothers, we spoke to him the last time”
“Oh, that is just sick, was she? I mean they? Oh I am going to be sick” The young lieutenant said and turned sharply holding his mouth closed with his hand.
** # **
On a sunny summers day the church bell rang out loud and clear.
The town was closed for that day.
The front pews were fulled with the mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters of the missing children.
The church was filled with mourners that spilled outside.
The coffins were placed in a large crypt that was specially made and paid for by the town. A brass plague was erected outside it read.
Here lies the bodies of 45 of our youngest and bravest children.
Taken from us in their prime.
May they rest in peace
The End
Title: The House by the Graveyard
Author + Email: shewolf [whitewolf56au@yahoo.com.au]
Pairing: None
Rating + Type: NC17, horror, torture, death of a child
Disclaimers: This story is mine, wholly and solely
Beta: Blaxkdrang
Archive: EA, Forbidden_Pleasures, [yahoo groups], AFF.net. Any where else please ask.
Notes: All of my stories can be found on my yahoo group site Shewolf a.k.a Wolfy. [ http://groups.yahoo.com/group/shewolf_aka_wolfy/ ]
Everything in between # # is one thinking in ones own mind. FB is always welcomed, so tell me what you think please.
Summery: An old woman lives in an even older house by an even older graveyard.
** # **
“I hear that she is a witch”
“I hear that she has a wort on her nose”
“I hear that she rides on a broomstick”
“I hear that she kills babies and smears their body fat all over her body and dances in the nude under a full moon”
“I eat that she eats children”
“I only eat them after I have roasted them alive and - only - when they are nice and crispy”
The children gulped and spun around sharply, they saw her standing there in all her horror. The witch that lived in the old house by the graveyard.
“So if you children do not wish to get roasted and eaten – piss off – NOW!!”
She emphasised the last word but the look that she gave them would have done it just as well.
“Pesky children” She snarled.
She held the door open with her foot as she lifted the heavy bag and closed the door with her backside.
The bag made a muffle sound and she kicked it with her foot “Shut-up”
A whimper could be heard, she kicked it again no more noise came from the potato sack.
** # **
The police sergeant typed up the report, “5th kid this month Sam, looks like we have a serial killer on our hand”
“Except for one thing Mac, we don't have any bodies”
“Well yep that is true, but I'm still getting this feeling that we will soon find them, it just takes time”
** # **
The child's mother and some of her friends had placed 'missing' notices all over the town, in shop windows and on lamp posts.
“Don't worry Sarah, they will find her”
“Have they found the others? No, and I do not think that they will find my Liz”
** # **
She smiled wickedly as she opened the sack and watched as the frightened child climbed out of it.
“Please... don't hurt me” The child whimpered, “Why?.. what do you want from me?”
The old woman ignored her, the child tried to run for the stairs but in an instant she was grabbed by the hair and spun around. The old woman clenched her fist and punched the child in the face breaking her nose making it bleed.
“Cry all you want child, no one will hear you down here, you are mine now” The old woman hissed, then grabbing the frightened child, she shackled her to the post.
** # **
The child's mother sat and wept, her daughter was the 5th child to be taken this month. The day had started out normal, nothing strange happened, nothing at all.
Elizabeth awoke laughing and bouncing around the room as normal, came down to breakfast as normal and then went off to school, all was normal but it wasn't.
The school phoned and asked why wasn't Elizabeth there to do her school evaluation exams?. Elizabeth's mother blinked twice and looked at the phone, her child was a good child, hadn't started to rebel yet not like some of her friends children had.
She was only 11 years old, she hadn't even started her puberty yet. Her mother sat and wept uncontrollably.
** # **
The old woman looked the child up and down “Let me see what shall I try first? The branding iron? The ice pick perhaps? How about that scalpel my brother gave to me for xmas?”
The frightened child's eyes opened wide as she looked for one torture tool to another. “Why are you hurting me? Why?” She screamed.
“Because I can sweet child, because I can” The old woman took a pair of dress scissors and slit the child's dress down the front, “Oh dear, looks like I nicked your skin and made it bleed” She laughed.
The screams were never heard and the body was not found, for the witch did as she had always done, buried the torn broken body in the graveyard that was next to her house.
The police had questioned her, they had questioned every strange looking and behaving person it the town. But to no avail, they even looked around her home but found nothing.
“She gives me the creeps” Lt. Johnson said
“She gives every one the creeps, living all alone like that and so close to that graveyard” His boss replied.
** # **
Child 6 was taken from outside his home.
“He had heard the ice-cream van coming down the street and ran outside to get one for himself and his mum” The aunt told the police.
The old woman did not enjoy torturing boys as much as she did girls. There was something about the way a frightened girl screamed that delighted her so.
Her brother had once told her how he placed rubber bands on their limbs and watched, as their tied off part turned blue and then black from loss of blood.
He had even placed on around the child's throat and watched as he slowly chocked to death.
She wanted to try this herself and see if it was as much fun as her brother had said it was.
It was.
** # **
The FBI had finally been called to investigate and to stop the children from disappearing, they failed in all their endeavors.
The police chief pounded his fist on his desk “15 children so far and what have you done to stop this?”
“We have tried everything known to man and beast” The FBI man replied.
“Well... well...” he stammered, he was so angry but he knew that the FBI man was right, they had tried everything.
Interviewed all the same suspects and found nothing, just like they had.
For 6 months all was quiet and the town folk prayed that it finally stopped, but they were wrong.
16 and 17 were taken from the library, and they were not children, they were teenagers. The number increased by two, again the FBI were called in, again the town was questioned, again nothing.
Brother and sister enjoyed working together, they enjoyed their time together “Just like old times hey sis?”
“Indeed little brother indeed”
They shared the same passion for torture and killing, it started out with small animals, then went on to larger ones and finally children.
But never adults for they would always fought back and were not nearly as much fun as kids were. An adult would and did brave the pain that was inflicted on them, they also took longer to die and did not scream as loud as a child did.
But it was not only their taste for torture that brought these two siblings close, it was also their taste for each other.
Her brother was 11 when he first touched her breast and she did not remove his hand. He was 12 when he touched her fanny and not long later moved his hand inside her panties.
She was 13 when she first licked and sucked at his small but thick penis and when she was 14 they had sex.
Their own parents did not care for they to shared each other. They might not have been full brother and sister but they were step siblings.
** # **
Again and as always the screams were not heard, the bodies not found.
Then it stopped, the town held their breath.
Nothing happened, 6 months had passed... nothing.
A year.... nothing, and then a town developer came, he asked about the old house by the graveyard.
He went to inspect it, but there was no answer at the front door. The police were called and the door smashed in.
They found the remains of two skeletons in the upstairs bedroom, the coroner could nor say what happened to them, nor could he tell them who the male bones belonged to, but the female's bone were that of the old witch.
The town developer bought up the land and the money went to charity.
While tearing the old house down and moving the centuries old graveyard they found half decomposed bodies upon bodies.
The police were called in as was the FBI, bodies were carefully taken from the ground and placed on cold steal tables to be inspected later.
Dental records were used to identify each corps, the parents of the missing children and teenagers were called.
“She did it, that creepy old woman killed all those kids?” The young lieutenant asked.
“It looks that way, but what I don't get is why we never knew? We spoke to her several times” And then the penny dropped. “I know who's skeleton was lying along side of hers?”
“Who's sir?”
“Her brothers, we spoke to him the last time”
“Oh, that is just sick, was she? I mean they? Oh I am going to be sick” The young lieutenant said and turned sharply holding his mouth closed with his hand.
** # **
On a sunny summers day the church bell rang out loud and clear.
The town was closed for that day.
The front pews were fulled with the mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters of the missing children.
The church was filled with mourners that spilled outside.
The coffins were placed in a large crypt that was specially made and paid for by the town. A brass plague was erected outside it read.
Here lies the bodies of 45 of our youngest and bravest children.
Taken from us in their prime.
May they rest in peace
The End