• The Red Ruby Cross


    He gripped my hand tight, I felt as though it would shatter under the immense pressure of his grip, but I didn’t care. An icy breath of air made its way down the back of my neck making me jump out of my goose pimpled skin. We quickened our pace. My heart thumping like a cheetah’s paws pounding on the ground as he races after his pray. The moon, full and bright, lighting up the sky and giving a somewhat eerie appearance over the moonlit Graveyard. The sharp sound of metal chains clanging together was alarming, sending chills down our spines as we huddled together like penguins, sheltering from the cold. A bright light shone in our eyes startling us both, we broke into a sprint and darted into the church and hid behind the door, cowering together, listening to her shrieks and cry’s and loud footsteps approaching the church doors…

    The school bell rang loudly signalling the end of the day, Jumping up I ran at a sprint to the school gates, dodging students as they slowly sauntered to get there bags. “There he is” I thought, seeing my boyfriend hovering around the gate looking rather lost like a child coming up the beach looking for his mother in the crowd of strangers.

    Christopher was a small, petite boy with black hair brushed to one side covering one eye, spiked at the back resembling a hedgehog. He always has an expression on his face that would make anybody think that we was constantly under distress even though he is really actually a happy person when you get to know him. I gripped his arm and hauled him off to someplace quiet and abandoned.

    “Tonight’s the night that she‘ll come out” I muttered into his ear. A look of excitement and nerves crossed his face.
    “What do we have to do?” he asked with a slight worried tone, lost in all the excitement.
    “We’ve been over this already countless times” I angrily said, irritated that he had forgotten the plan 4 times now. “Forget the plan we will just go with the flow” I eventually said giving up on trying to get what we were doing into his brain. I again grabbed his arm and we ran off to the abandoned house that we have been using as our den.

    An icy breath of air makes its way down my back as we walk up the uneven driveway to the abandoned house, the window shutters clash in the darkness making us both jump. I grab the handle of the front door, knowing full well I didn’t need to turn it to get into the one house, and pushed the door which fell to the floor from the wood rotten around the hinges. A giant waft of dust from the door hitting the ground suffocates us as we walk into the empty, hollow building. The house was somewhat creepy and over the years of the neglect the what once was a family home had a ghastly smell of wet rotten wood. We both took deep breaths and made our way to the attic trying not to breath in the foul smell.

    Even though we have made our way to the abandoned attic every other day for about 4 months now, I still feel shivers down my spine every time we enter the eerie atmosphere, we made our over to the far, darkest corner of the room to find the brown, old and warn chest of artefacts that we had gathered over the last 4 months, I search around in my pockets for the key, heart skipping a beat thinking I had lost it and the thought of the plan going to pot. I finally found it, remembering I had put it in my boot for safe keeping “Too safe…” I thought to myself smiling slightly. I searched around in the darkness for the keyhole, clumsy from excitement and anticipation. I could hear Christopher’s breathing hitch when the sound of metal against metal as the key slides into the hole, we just stood there in silence for a moment before both lifting the lid of the heavy chest. Inside lay different artefacts but the one thing that would have caught anyone’s eye first would have been the beautiful Red Ruby and Ebony Jewelled Cross shaped necklace. I picked it up letting the chain drape though my fingers, looking at the cross for a moment then gripping it tight…“its time“

    We ran off to the church yard where the moon was bright, the clouds moving away slowly showing its brilliance, and beauty, just right for what was needed to summon her.

    Tonight…is the night we meet the Banshee.

    A banshee is a demon who wanders the Earth feeding on souls in great pain. Hunting only at night, this demon uses her voice as a high-pitched call to locate a victim by hearing the inner cry. She does this by honing in on the waves of pain that emanate from the stricken. When she locates the victim, her cry turns into a lethal scream which causes a person's blood vessels to burst, and in turn turning them into her own kind too.

    We set up the equipment needed over her grave. 5 Black as the night candles aligned in a circle, chalking out a pentagram leaving a candle at every point, we put down 5 big crystals in-between each candle. We placed lit incense sticks all around us, filling the air with a beautiful lavender aroma. In the middle of the Pentagram laid a beautiful gray bowl, with delicate gothic designs on it. I took out a bottle from my bad, also engraved with the same delicate design, and poured it into the bowl slowly making sure not to spill a drop of the precious potion, as without this the spell would be incomplete and she would not come. We were ready.

    I took from out of my pocket the red ruby cross, feeling nervous about what the future held for us young lovers, I gripped Christopher’s hand slightly afraid of what we will be doing, wondering if what we were about to do was wrong, wondering if things would go to plan, wondering if we would get out alive. Christopher could see my hesitation and took the Ruby Cross from my hand, even though he was the one that started out nervous he seams rather calm now. He turned and dropped the cross slowly and cautiously into the mixture left in the beautiful gray bowl.

    He turned and gripped my other hand, facing opposite me, both inside the pentagram “its time.” he whispered in a voice that had practically no emotion. I nodded feeling sure I will regret my decision to go ahead with it by the end on the night. I got the photo from the bag sat limp next to me, and placed it onto the potion, making it float.

    I faced Christopher and closed my eyes as he did with his and we started to chant the spell that would complete the transaction, feeling his hands shake while he gripped my hands tight we started to say the forbidden spell.
    “The shrieking screams that feasts on pain,
    And leaves more sorrow than it gains
    Will now be drawn to the one that seeks,
    To vanquish the chaos that it wreaks”

    Silence…

    We sat there just looking at each other, felling mixed emotions for what had just happened, feeling relieved that nothing had happened and also feeling annoyed that we has both been so silly as to letting us get our hopes up.

    But then just as I reached out to pick up one of the crystals to clear up the unneeded mess we had both make a loud shrieking laughter could be heard coming out of nowhere. My stomach dropped, knowing full well where the sounds were coming from, I turned to Christopher, and received a knowing look from him.

    Christopher gripped my hand tight, I felt as though it would shatter under the immense pressure of his grip, but I didn’t care. “She’s Here” An icy breath of air made its way down the back of my neck making me jump out of my goose pimpled skin. “She’s watching” We quickened our pace jogging to find the exit of the graveyard. My heart thumping like a cheetah’s paws pounding on the ground as he races after his pray. The moon, full and bright, lighting up the sky and giving a somewhat eerie appearance over the moonlit Graveyard. The sharp sound of metal chains clanging together was alarming, sending chills down our spines as we huddled together like penguins, sheltering from the cold. A bright light shone in our eyes startling us both, we broke into a sprint and darted into the church and hid behind the door, cowering together, listening to her shrieks and cry’s and loud footsteps approaching the church doors “She’s found us”…