I think I just broke it.
I think I broke a ritual, is what I mean. I know it might not be every day you hear something like that, I mean seriously, how do you break something like that? I guess I kind of still wonder that, you see I was bored late one night and was looking through web sites that I should have been avoiding at such an hour. I was running on three hours of sleep, having just worked a late shift, and decided to do this instead of sleep. Needless to say, I wasn't thinking with any sort of clarity. At that moment in my euphoria of bad decision making, I decided it would be a fantastic idea to try one of those silly rituals listed. The one I picked had something to do with channeling spirits.
It said to set up a series of red candles in a triangle and to draw some symbols with chalk. I didn't have any of those items listed. The only candles I had were of A mixed variety, and only used for power outages, but none of then happened to be red, or of the same size I didn't think that would matter much. I did however have chalk, and tried using that to draw the patterns needed. I found out quickly, that chalk has zero staying power on anything that isn't pavement or a black board. So I had to use white out, There was a phrase I had to keep repeating as well, I think it was German, certainly hurt my throat trying to say it. It did the trick and soon enough I was performing the ritual.
I preformed the ritual on my hard wood floor. It was only after I was done that I realized I needed a mat placed under the candles... Now here we are, and I think one of my floorboards is possessed. Every time, I step on it the darn thing is cold even though we're in the midst's of summer, and all of its peers tend to be searing hot. It also moans a lot... It's not like a "Oh my floor is old so it creeks a lot" kind of moan, but just a, deep throat-ed, "Oh this is really bothersome" kind of moan. It isn't really scary or anything like that, just kind of... Uncomfortable? Yeah that sounds about right.
So with that failure out of the way, I tried another one. This ritual followed the same rules, just with a different chant. Might also want to add, I put a mat down this time. This one was supposed to summon a demon or something like that, and I was apparently supposed to hide from it, or run from it. Like a game of hide and seek, or tag. I forgot which game it was so I just started running around the house hoping it wouldn't tag me, and kind of hoping I didn't have to tag it, just sounded disgusting. Needless to say I didn't encounter a demon, though my neighbors started yelling a lot right around the same time. I think they were watching football.
So the final thing I was supposed to do was preform a love sacrifice. I didn't have any pets, not even a turtle. though there was this mouse running around the apartment. I called him scribbles, but he was also not to be found, so I had to improvise.
To the kitchen I went. I pulled a carton of eggs out of the fridge and a cooked chicken.
I brought these items over to my makeshift alter, and noticed the mat was actually upside down. Forgot that it had a design. I flipped it over, set the candles up again, and then started stabbing the cooked chicken viciously, unsure of where it's heart would have been. After that I threw the eggs at the corpse. I wanted breakfast in the morning so I left a few of them in the carton.
My other neighbors dogs stopped barking around that same time. I guess they finally let them in. Stupid neighbors never take care of their dog.
So um... That's about it. If anyone knows a priest or something... Just send him on over to *************** and I would be really happy. Now if you don't mind, my floor board is moaning quite loudly again. Maybe call animal control as well, I can't report my neighbors, cause, you know, they'd probably find out.
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Creepypastas
Horrorstories to be told around the campfire. Original stories by me, yes I did write all of them. I would like to take this time to thank all of you who are enjoying these stories. It means so much to me. I love writing, and I love writing creepy stories...