The Urn

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by AshenLaine

by AshenLaine

more old, bad, edgy writing :D

It started when I went to the yard sale, I didn't know it then, but it changed me. I was going for my morning jog when a bright flash of pink caught my eye. Running over to it, I leant over and picked it up. It was a flyer! Skimming over it I saw that it was for a yard sale not far from here. 'I could use some new stuff' I mused. Deciding I'd go, I headed towards where it said the sale was.

'Is that path it?', I jogged for a while until I reached a street. 'Graycott Avenue'. Turning down the road, I kept on glancing left and right until my eyes rested on a house, 'That had to be it', the house's gate was open and a few tables laid out with knick-knacks covering them. There were only a few people milling around the tables, uninterestingly inspecting the various items. As I walked up to the gate, I noticed a sign bolted to it 'ONRYX HOLLOW'.

'Following a theme?' I thought while walking up to an abandoned table. After browsing for a while something caught my eye. It was a marble urn with silver and black stencilling. Picking it up, I twirled it around in my hands, examining it. 'It fit in well with my theme, maybe I could put it on my bookshelf' I mused mentally to myself. Glancing around I found what I was looking for and walked towards the homemade cash-register. "Hello, I would like to buy this. How much?" I asked the lady seated behind the table. "$5, cash no credit" she intoned in a blank voice. Holding back my surprise at how monotonous her voice was, I retrieved a $5 note and handed it to her. She nodded and the gestured me to leave.

You I walked home, too not damage the urn, and pondered the strange behaviour of the 'cashier'. She was robotic, but a hidden joy was in her eyes when I told her I wanted the urn. As I started to dig deeper regarding her behaviour I reached home and forgot all about it. I unlocked my door, placed the urn where I envisioned it to be and continued my day.

Now 4 months had passed without anything happening, my schedule repeated every day. Then one night I was awoken to the sound of a loud bang. Grabbing the closest thing near me, I cautiously approached where the sound came from, the living room. Looking into the room I saw the urn I had brought on the floor with a hazy grey figure crouched over it. Spilled over the floor were grey ash's, more spewing from the urn as the figure stood up, gaining strength. It faced me, and what happened next is too horrifying to remember. This may seem like a story, but it's a warning, read the first word of every paragraph before this.

LETTER FOUND; CELL 13, BAYFIELD ASYLUM. PATIENT CLAIMS THE SPIRIT ('IT') IS COMING TO COLLECT THEM