Graveyard Cabaret

Chapter 1

Katherine looked at me with a genital smile plastered on her delicate features,”I cant believe were actually doing this. I figured you were just joking as usual” she chuckled lightly. The air was crisp and the wind blew my silver blonde hair in front of my pale blue eyes. My black messenger bag lightly hit against the hip of my black jeans as we walked through the pitch black graveyard, the only light present was emitting from a few candles,the full moon and Katherine’s phone screen, which read 3:36 am. Katherine made it very clear that we had to be here at 3am, which worked perfectly for me. “Me joke? Oh please I would do no such thing!” I beamed at my petite friend, her hair was blonde as well, however it was more of a rose gold being that it use to be a pinkish purple colour. Her natural colour however was brown, which matched her bright brown eyes. She simply laughed at my exasperated response. The graveyard seemed to never end, it just kept going, full of tombstones, decaying bodies beneath our feet and as “we” hoped spirits. Well she hoped, I however knew exactly what was just beyond the human eyesight. Once we reached what seemed to be the middle of the graveyard, or at least as far as we were willing to walk, we came to an abrupt stop. Katherine immediately started looking for the eldest tombstone, she told me that she liked to read them and imagine what kind of life the person buried there must have lived, I was sort of here for the same reason...in a way. I kneeled down in the small pathway, meant for walking through the graveyard. It seemed that who ever took care of the pathways knew no one would care to walk this far anymore, because the pathway was much narrower than at the beginning and was starting to become overgrown with weeds and grass. I opened my bag and began to empty its contents. First was a small clay bowl painted dark red, a large charcoal journal with a snake skin texture that had a dark green ouroboros dragon painted on its cover, some dried leaves in a bottle with an almost worn off label reading: “Rose of Jericho”, some red liquid in a vial that also had a worn off label reading: “Dragon’s Blood”, and finally a small velvet purple sack which contents contained 5 small staurolite stones. I placed the bowl in front of me and opened my journal to a page I had bookmarked with a business card form some University that our school was giving a presentation on. I laid the journal down flat on the ground in front of me and reached for the Rose of Jericho, I placed the leaves into the clay bowl, than continued with 3 of the staurolite stones arranging them along the sides of the bowl in a triangle shape, finally I poured the dragon's blood into the bowl using an circular motion and said aloud “encendió”, as I did the contents of the bowl set ablaze, which certainly caught Katherine's attention. “ Helana! What the hell are you doing!? Wait...are you actually attempting to perform a satanic ritual right now? Or some sort of witch craft-ie shit you're into?” she seemed both amazed that I would actually bring materials for some 'witch craft-ie shit’ and amused that I thought I could pull this off. I got to give her credit though she was at least in part right, however I was definitely going to pull this off. I laughed to myself lightly before answering her, “well yeah! Go to a graveyard and not attempt this? Not only is it a graveyard full of wondering sprites but also a full moon!” Katherine grinned widely in amusement whilst shaking her head in disbelief. She casually walked over to me until she sat down in front of my bowl which contents were still violently flaming. I continued my spell by reading the incantation written on the browned with age pages of my journal, “O spiritus exierit relinquimus. apud illos qui in caelo et inferno. nobis iungere luna plena in laetitia. donec adspiret tenebris ambulant in vivis sunt, et laverunt in sepultura hortus latices infundere solis. per quam tu me vocas donee requiescere” it was Latin for “come forth oh forsaken spirits. those of you who are residing neither in heaven nor hell. join us in the festivities of the full moon. walk amongst the living until the darkness breaks and your burial grounds are washed in the drenching sunlight. than may you rest again until you are called forth by me again” I thought it was odd that so many spells are still written in Latin, but I guess if it works than why change it. Once I finished my incantation the glowing flame in my clay bowl abruptly blew out, all that remained was the stones, ashes, a trail of smoke and my slightly shocked friend who blurted out, “dude! What the fuck!?” I ignored her comment and patiently waited for my spell to work. After about 2 minutes of pure silence...well other than Katherine's constant sputtering of 'dude what the fuck’, I saw the first few spirits begin to make their way towards us.

I wasn't exactly sure what the hell was going on. For starters I totally expected Helena to attempt this sort of shit, but for it to work? I was questioning everything I've ever known and believed as I watched a small pale boy of about 12 years old walk towards us, he was dressed in a dusty oversized white button up shirt held in place by tan and Navy striped overalls attached to tan pants that we're rolled up at the bottoms to reveal his filthy bare feet, his hair was dirty blonde and his face was dirty with dust and blood, his eyes were green and in between them was a small hole, the size of a bullet bleeding down his face. I couldn't move, it felt like I was holding my breath, this can't be real right? Helena is just trying to fuck with me! There is no way that this could possibly be re…. My thoughts were cut short by the small snicker I heard from my pale friend, her grin was enormous, she was taking great pleasure in my disbelief. Her eyes glistened in the moonlight, they held a darkness but at the same time they were the most angelic thing I've even seen. As if in slow motion she turned her head to peer over her shoulder, my eyes followed hers until they stopped. What I saw was like nothing anyone has ever seen before. Well at least no mere human such as myself, however I am absolutely positive that Helena has seen this before. And that she most definitely is not human.