Compilation of Creepy Stories

Angel of Death

I work for a construction company and a few days ago, were were hired by a Catholic priest to do some renovations on an old church. While we were tearing down a wall, we found a small recess behind it. It was in a tiny room that had no entrance, as if it had been sealed off from the rest of the building. Inside, there was a long, black wooden box.

The box was about two meters long and very old. The wood was damp and rotten. There was something written on the side, but it was too worn and faded to make out. The box was nailed tightly shut and there didn't seem to be any way of opening it.

When I showed it to our boss, he told me to contact the priest and tell him about it. When I managed to get the priest on the phone and described the box to him, he became silent for a long time. Then, he told me he would come over in the morning and deal with it. In the meantime, he asked me to leave it somewhere safe.

I carried the box into the church and left it in a corner. I figured it would be safe there overnight, since the church was not in use. By that time, it was almost evening, so I packed up my things and went home.

The next day, when I arrived for work, my boss came hurrying over.

"About that box you found," he said. "There's a problem. Last night, two of the nightwatchmen came across it and... you're not going to believe this... the morons went and opened it."

I hurried into the church and found the two nightwatchmen sitting on the ground. My co-workers were standing around them. I suddenly had a very bad feeling in my stomach. Beside them, the wooden box lay open.

The priest was standing there, shaking his head.

"I warned you," he said. "I warned you not to open it. It's too soon."

"What's wrong with them?" I asked, pointing to the nightwatchmen.

"They haven't said a word since we got here," said my boss. "It's like they can't even hear us."

"You should bring them to the hospital," said the priest. "Although, it's probably already too late..."

Then, I walked over and peered into the wooden box. I was shocked to see that it contained a body. It was the mummified remains of what looked like a human being. However, it was unlike any human being I had ever laid eyes on. The strange thing was, it had two heads. Both faces were hideously deformed. Even stranger, it had four arms. Two left arms and two right arms. It was the most baffling mutation I had ever seen.

Whatever it was, it really looked terrifying.

I could see that my co-workers were very disturbed. To calm them down, the priest went around the church, clutching his rosary beads, sprinkling holy water on everything and reciting something in Latin. The nightwatchmen were taken to the hospital and we debated whether we should call the police.

The priest loaded the wooden box into the boot of his car. Then, he stopped and hung his head. He couldn't even look us in the eyes.

"I am sorry for all of you," he said sadly. "You don't have long to live..."

With that, he drove off and we were left scratching our heads.

In the days that followed, strange things began to happen. We heard that one of the nightwatchmen died in hospital. He had a heart attack, even though he was only in his early 30s. The other was transferred to a mental institution. Three of my co-workers came down with a mysterious illness and had to be hospitalized.