CREEPYPASTA

Ashes in the Lake

I am not too proud of what my family has done in the past, and this especially goes out to my ancestors. The reason why I find myself strolling through the woods as the blazing day drifts into the ominous night is because of what my past predecessors had the audacity to do. Greed and envy took hostage of the heart and mentality of my great-grandfather, and now the continuation of his family line suffers due to his brainless actions.

The simple definition of what Pablo accomplished is that he sold his selfish and pesky little soul to the devil. I am not sure if it was a devil, a demon, a witch, or all of these characters put into one. I am not very informative as to when it comes to these type of topics, and so my ignorance is most likely a setback as to what I am about to do.

Let me deliver the more complex reason as to what my great-grandfather managed to do when he still stayed in this world. Once upon a time in Ecuador, Pablo Enriquez lived with his family in a small city named Milagro. Tough times caused dire consequences with the choices you made, and Pablo found himself associated with the wrong types of people so often in his life. He involved himself in a mixture of gang and mob violence that took control of Milagro in a time period where the authority or dominance in land, finance, and distribution of goods-such as crops, and of course drugs-lowered to a tenuous level.

My great-grandfather craved to rise above in the world, and to make something of himself despite the cruel and bitter earth he was born in. As time passed, he saw his closest friends and family become successful in their own incisive and creative ways. Pablo wanted a taste of that sweet and charming life. He lacked the incentive and stability in order to become something worthwhile in his life, however. Pablo, an alcoholic, drug-addicted, insolent piece of mess that constantly placed his family in total danger due to his horrible decisions in life, couldn't do anything with his knowledge and experience. The women in his household guarded themselves in case any of the men Pablo worked with attempted to either rape or abuse them.

Long story short, Pablo received the great news from one man to another about an offering he could negotiate with someone in order to obtain the riches he so lustfully desired. A "friend" of my great-grandfather later explained that this "person" was not someone that any decent human being would call normal. By this time it was already too late, and Pablo placed himself in a situation where he stood face to face to what he presumed to be the devil.

At this point, however, Pablo obliged to do whatever it takes in order to be delivered all that he hoped and feasted for. The demonic being spoke to him a deal that, at the time, seemed harmless and ineffective in any possible way. The benevolent demon granted my great-grandfather all the wealth and happiness in the world, but in return Pablo had to bury his ashes into a lake near where he lived. The demon made it clear that he should inform his youngest son to travel to this lake, and to pour his father's ashes into the deep waters right when the sunset sinks in and twilight takes over Ecuador.

Pablo nodded his head without the slightest hint of hesitation, and so began the never-ending curse that takes a tenacious grip on my family till this day. Pablo's youngest son happened to be my grandfather, and before Pablo died, he made sure to inform him exactly what to do with his ashes. Jose agreed to do so since his loyalty to his father proved stronger than his ambiguity. Since Jose's father supported his family with all they desired, Jose's loyalty suddenly bloomed into a profound life. Jose, as well as the rest of Pablo's family, had no idea what contract Pablo had sign in order to obtain all of these new riches. Pablo managed to keep this furtive secret away from his entire family.

Jose made the journey to the lake a day after his father's funeral. There the devil that had made the offering reappeared before his eyes right when the sun settled down away from the face of the earth. Jose did as what his father asked him to, and in return the demon told Jose that he must do what Pablo agreed to do as well. The demon forced Jose to tell his youngest son to bury his ashes in this exact same lake when the moment rises. Jose, a bit circumspect to do so, hesitated, but the fact remained that he would still continue on tradition. It didn't even bother him slightly that his father made a pact with the devil.