Ya might wanna put some creepy music such as this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Bp6jxzBhxnA
Legend tells of two brothers that fell in love with the same girl, but her heart belonged to the eldest.
In outrage and jealousy, the youngest had plunged a knife through the girl's heart the night before her wedding, and the groom was never to be seen again.
Her ghost was restless searching aimlessly for her beloved, but what would summon her to the world of the living was either a few teardrops from a heartbroken male, or a blood sacrifice from a female in the same situation.
On her gravestone.
But that was just a story to keep teenagers from doing shenanigans at the cemetery, right?
(Btw I decided to lower the age range a bit)
11:50pm
They were not normally troublemakers, but what happened to the group of teenagers was completely their own fault.
The youngest was 14 with the oldest being around 20, since Farley and Tyton deemed the game they were playing was stupid.
It was truth or dare.
It's been 20 minutes into the game already when....
"Okay. Wren, truth or dare?" Evangeline asked.
The 18-year-old was no chicken, so she said, "Dare."
Evangeline pondered this for a while, before saying, "I dare you to...... summon the spirit of the Murdered Bride."
Really? That was what she called the spirit?
But what actually left Wren speechless was the dare itself. Now she really wished that she was dared to 'kiss the hottest guy in the room,' even if he was a self-centered jerk.
So call her chicken if you will.
"B-b-b-but don't you need the blood of a girl in a love triangle? O-o-or the tears of a heartbroken male?" Wren stammered.
Evangeline raised a perfect silver eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure you're in that situation already," she shrugged. "Or you could do the alternative."
"But I don't have enough to give 15 people 20 dollars each!" Wren screeched. It was a wonder how her parents didn't scold the group for their caterwauling.
"Then you might as well do the dare. I'll go with you." Ptolemus stated simply before he was shot a dirty look.
...
11:58pm
"So you weren't kidding." Wren remarked while standing at the largest gravestone at the cemetery.
"You've got a knife on you?" She asked.
In fact, he had an emotional one—right at his heart. But instead he responded, "Why didn't you bring it?"
"I'm not responsible for what I'm asked to do. I guess I can't do it after all." She declared.
11:59pm
Ptolemus groaned at her illogical reasoning. As Wren turned her back to exit the cemetery, he tried to summon the spirit himself to say at least someone did.
He focused on all the pain that happened in the last few days. How he tried to confess his love to the girl he wanted most, only to find out that she didn't want him, never did.
The tears came easily, and at 12:00am sharp, they hit the marble.
...
12:06am
Wren thought he looked pretty shaken since they came from the graveyard, but that must have been the nerves she was feeling herself, so she didn't really worry him.
12:10am
Strangely, everyone became tired around the time, so the lights were off, and everyone dozed off into blissful dreams
Almost everyone.
...
It was 12:16am.
Everyone was dead, and it was all his fault. That's what the Bride repeated in his head, over and over again.
"Death is not a good way to get revenge, my dearest Maven," she spat out, rolling the r's in her sickly, black tongue.
"My name is not Maven!" Ptolemus choked out, since the spirit had a hold on his neck.
Her skin was falling off in chunks, her hair stringy and infested with insects. Her eyes were the most terrifying, so glassy and much like the—the small girl that was supposed to be dead—but he didn't see her anywhere. Could she have been—?!?
"Now, can you tell me where he is?" She purred, dragging her grimy clawed hands up and down his chest.
The hands stopped at where his heart lay.
...
Ptolemus awoke from his petrifying dream when the alarm clock read 12:15am.
He looked around to see nothing out of the ordinary.
Except.....
Cal was gone. He wasn't anywhere in the room where everyone slept.
To make matters worse, the small girl—Mare—sat up in her position beside where her boyfriend was supposed to lay, grinning at him in all her gruesome appearance.
Well........... I did the best I could with this story. I kind of took some ideas from the extremely short horror story collection and kind of meshed it together to create this piece of writing that absolutely nobody asked for. But that's what I do. As a person that took an interest in Goosebumps and reads a bit of Fear Street, I give this to ya'll. Just not on Halloween 'cause I don't celebrate it.
This is the guest writer typing, and have a good day.
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*One shots
FanfictionA few random one shots of the Red Queen characters in any part of the series (also au's), since it seems like I was late to the fandom.
