Old cemetery. Stories

He moved on, now and then, tripping over the roots of the trees. Panting, he reached the first graves. They were old, and already collapsed. Tony they were not suitable for the ritual, and he went on. Walking a little further he found, still in good condition, the grave. Tony pulled out a candle and lit it. The matches got wet, but there was a lighter. And he brought her to the cross. On the cross was a faded tablet.

Samuel Lewis Fredderick

June 23, 1889 – March 15—15, 1987

“To my beloved husband, father and grandfather,” the inscription read.

Tony got everything he needed. The light from the candle was weak, but still better than nothing. He put a candle on the cross. He took out the ground powder, and began to pour it on the grave in the form of the Seal of Buffet. The pentagram came out not even, but more like a print.

He placed candles on the edges of the pentagram, and decided to cast a spell from the black book of magic. To invoke the spirit of a dead man, and thereby give it to the demon. Alice, as he later found out, died of a drug overdose. Tony decided to conduct the same ritual but, only to slightly change it in his own way.

Focusing, he began to cast the spell:

Spirit of the dead i invoke

Come to this world.

By the power of the Buffett’s Seal, I give this soul to Malis.

Melis take this spirit and set me free.

Suddenly a light warm breeze blew. The flame of the candles shook. Then sharply all the candles went out. Tony decided that the ritual was over and went back the same way.

The night he slept restlessly. He dreamed all the time that he had left something on the grave. Waking up in a cold sweat. Tony went to the jacket in which he was at the time of the ritual. Checked the pockets, everything was in place.

Tony returned and lay down in bed. The next morning, he woke up from some sound reminiscent of a monotonous buzz. He did not understand what was happening and looked out at the balcony to look. Below, asphalt was laid. The concrete mixer was buzzing. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. I poured myself a coffee, had a snack with a cheese and sausage sandwich, and went outside. Today were supposed to bring new discs of his favorite band “Demonic”. When he began to cross the road, he did not notice how the truck was not rushing at full speed. Everything happened all of a sudden. Tony hit the tractor, loaded with logs. The rear wheels drove along it, and left brown-red stripes on the pavement.

This happens when you do not fulfill a duty to a demon. Tony fulfilled the demon’s request, but Tony did not. Now the demon made a sacrifice to himself. It was Tony. Now the soul of Tony will forever serve the demon.

Book of the devil

DIABOLUS – the book of the devil. The pages of the book are very fragile. After all, she is two hundred thousand years old. Black leather pulled over the book. The sign of the devil was engraved on the cover. The seal of the buffalo, represented an inverted pentagram.

Tim Els, found her in the attic when he was cleaning. On the first pages there were some strange characters in Latin. And the whole text of the book was in Latin.

Tim decided to translate part of the text of the book through an online translator. He wondered what the book was about.

He began the translation with a spell on the first page. He entered the lines of the spell into the “translator” and clicked on the “translation”.

A translation window appeared on the screen of his laptop computer. Tom decided to read it aloud:

– I invoke the power of the devil

Come out!

I am your slave! O my Almighty!

Come out!

I renounce God for moving to the side of darkness.

I am your slave and will be repaired to you. Forever. Amen.

Tom was somehow uncomfortable with such words. He listened but didn’t hear what. Nothing terrible could happen. He decided to postpone the translation of the book until later. The translated spell impressed him greatly. Tim went to the kitchen to take some chips and pour himself a Coke. Suddenly, like a cat, a shadow flies by. He bounces to the side in dismay. Looks wildly around. What was that?

Tim was still looking around for shadow, walking backwards. Not noticing the little ottoman, he trips over it and falls, while he manages to pour the whole Coke on himself.

– Heck! – the whole shirt is covered with brown spots. He threw the empty can into the bin.

Tim went to his room to change clothes. When he climbed the stairs, he saw again that a shadow had slipped into his room now. He did not want to go to his place. He was about to run, when suddenly air was vibrating in front of him. Wind started to blow. A black dot began to grow in the center of this air. She was getting bigger and bigger. Until it grew to two meters in height. The creature with red eyes looked at Tim.

He pulled back. The creature spoke first:

“I am Dyalus, the demon of the highest caste.”

Tim, without understanding, ran to the back door. He opened it and ran out. Panic and fear seized him. Now this demon will chase him, and all because of this spell.

He ran down the street without looking back. He ran for a long time. I ran to an old abandoned house. He climbed out the window. In the dark, nothing could be discerned. He stumbled on an iron armature and hit the wall with acceleration.

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August 23. The weather today was warm. Old man Rondo went out to walk his dog. He liked to walk near the abandoned house. It’s quiet there. Passing by the house. He suddenly saw that someone was lying there. He came closer and saw a man. A young man, as he suggested by clothing. But he looked like a dried mummy. Rondo felt uneasy, and he decided to quickly retire and call the police.

Demon Dyalus, sucked out all his life force and energy.! – the whole shirt is covered with brown spots. He threw the empty can into the bin.

Shadow People

“Good afternoon, I would like to buy a house on Dar Street,” Victor Saint said.

“Well, we’ll agree on a deal at the Elbrus business center,” a voice answered at the opposite end of the wire.

The house that Tom wanted to buy was a Renaissance and Baroque style. Stone white walls. Large stained glass windows. The roof was covered with maroon shingles. Victor really liked this house, he wanted to live there. Feel like a king.

He went outside, the sun shone brightly today. He even sweated. It is already very hot. He went up to the car, an old Plymouth, opened the door and saw some paper in the passenger seat. Probably an advertisement, stuck through the side window, which is not tightly closed. He got into the car and picked up the paper.

It was an advertisement talking about a new store opening in Elsoul. Shop for magic books and accessories.

Victor crumpled the advertisement and threw it into the urn.

He started the car and drove onto the road. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the business center. The business center was a ten-story building of blue glass.

On the ground floor there was a small cafe. Victor got out of the car and went to the cafe. There was no one in the cafe except the bartender and the waitress. He sat at a table opposite the door and ordered Americano coffee. Victor, waiting, took a napkin from the table and began to fumble it.

A handsome man entered the door, wearing a black suit and grated patent leather shoes. In his hands he held a black leather diplomat. A man came up to him and said:

– Victor Saint?

“Yes,” he answered.