from the Crypt
by Torch Hard at
Copyright 2017 Torch
Published by Mark Coker at
Copyright 2013 Mark Coker
By Mark Coker
Copyright 2013 Mark Coker
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turning the lights out to go to sleep one stormy dreary night, she
was pretty tired. And wanted to sleep as soon as possible, she
decided to go and take a drink of milk. Then run up the stairs into
her bed, she went into her kitchen fridge and grabbed a half drained
jug of milk and poured a cup, then she glugged it down thirstily and
threw her cup into her kitchen sink. She then put back the jug of
milk and headed upstairs and walked into her bedroom and closing her
bedroom door behind her she crawled into her cozy bed and went under
her thick covers. She lay in her bed for a while trying to fall
asleep then she slowly nodded off, as she slept which was for a good
few hours the doorbell rang. Sleepily pulling off the covers and
getting out of bed. Stephanie walked out of her bedroom and down the
stairs sleepily. She opened the door and to her surprise, found a
wrapped package which seemed to be old and torn up and almost falling
apart sitting on her front steps. She hurried to take it inside and
flipped on a light in her living room. She unwrapped it to reveal a
painting. Stephanie was shocked for on that painting there was a
portrait of her Grandmother! Stephanie thought to herself:
Grandmother??? But she has been dead and had not inhabited this house
I am living in for years! How can her portrait be on my doorstep? She
gently dusted all the dirt from painting and took it in her room and
hung it on her wall with a pin. Then she thought she heard thumping
noises coming from downstairs and raced back downstairs to her living
room but all there was were a clock ticking. Shrugging to herself she
climbed back upstairs-half way up the stairs the clock stopped and
she heard no more ticking she went back to the clock and it stopped
at: 12:00PM midnight. Now that was getting to crazy for Stephanie.
She now was on alert. She clattered up the
stairs one more time and went back to her room and shut the lights
off and sleep. She just turned off the lights when she heard a
scream! The most hideous scream she ever heard. She quickly flashed
back the lights and looked at the portrait. Her Grandmother’s eyes
in the portrait gleaming at her. Just then a phone call rang and she
ran down to pick it up. Hello? She asked a bit stammering from the
fear she was going through. No answer came but a moan, Just then
suddenly Stephanie heard a window crash and her spine started to
freeze as she hurried and found herself back in her room window
shattered. Scared and alone she turned her light on in her room and
just then suddenly the room went dark the power was out. In the dark
Stephanie heard voices of her Grandmother whispering to her:
come....to my Coffin Stephanie!!! I am still here Stephanie!
fainted in fright in the darkness and then the lights came back on
and the painting was gone!
around the houses and it was gone.
She wondered around
the house looking for it when she went up in the attic.
The attic was dusty
and never did anybody set foot up in the attic since Stephanie’s
Stephanie then saw a
bookshelf and moved it when she saw a passage way that was narrow
hall with a door that was at the end of it. The passageway as dimly
Walking down the
passageway she groped her way to it with a dim light guiding her way.
When she reached the end of the passageway she slowly opened the
She gone in but left
the door open for some light. She peered inside and saw a Coffin in
the middle of the room she was so scared she could barely move. She
slowly walked to the coffin and lifted the coffins lid and-
The coffin was
Stephanie was so
shaking from fright that she tried to run from the crypt but the
door closed she was locked in!
She slowly stepped
trying to find her way to open the door when the door opened by
Stephanie tried to
rush out when....she heard a voice that was well recognized:
What is the rush?
Came her grandmother’s voice from behind. She turned around to look
and there stood her deceased Grandmother.
Stephanie let out a
scream and try to race out. The door locked once again and she was in
Stephanie could not
open it this time.
Now you shall rest
with me in this Crypt forever! And you will go in the grave that you
put me in!
Just let me go!!!
Begged Stephanie I have done no wrong!
You have done no
wrong ha? You have lived in this house from my luxery I lived in my
life time and you let me rest in this grave.....
No! I never did!
Just then a light
came on in the crypt as Stephanie’s Grandmother turned on the light
that never was turned on after many years.
When was the last
time you switched on the light? Said Grandmother in anger.
Stephanie in fear and terror.
Well well.... it
looks as though you have placed me in the grave so will you be cast
in the grave!!! She took an old rusted axe from the corner and began
No!!!!! Please! Stephanie begged.... as her Grandmother cornered her
into a corner of the crypt and her grandmother took the axe and
started striking Stephanie with the axe as Stephanie’s blood began
to pour out Then she was allowed back out of the Crypt and Stephanie
was allowed out by her Grandmother.
Terror lives in Stephanie’s house today. Stephanie is
already a ghost and she is still not let free from her Grandmother’s
evil spirit that haunts her in her house that Stephanie wonders. And
her Grandmother tortures Stephanie’s soul to inflict her with
immortal pain to her soul and made her spirit never rest till this
day. Now beware for on an unweary night a painting will
arrive at your door and you will find a passage way that was hidden
in your house and your deceased soul of your loved one will turn evil
toward you and axe you to pain until you die and become a ghost in
you house and will torment your spirit evermore to never let your
spirit rest ever more! For on an unweary night it will happen and woe
to the unbeliever who do not heed these warning words.