The Summoning Ritual

A couple of years ago me and my newly wed wife, Cadence, went backpacking around Europe for our honeymoon. We were a relatively young couple, being 24 at the time. Me and my wife have almost everything in common with one another. The biggest difference between us is my skepticism of the supernatural and her love for it. Now, I will admit that I love being scared and would honestly like have liked to experience a supernatural event, but my lack of evidence and prior experience in such events made me naturally skeptical.

Now, everytime we had entered a new town, we would ask the locals about any supernatural hotspots that might be around, but nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. Haha, some of the stories they told us were just plain ridiculous! For example, they told us when we hit Romania that there were purple-eyed creatures that dwelled in the mines and cave systems...who in the hell would believe such rubbish? After hearing this story at a tavern, we ran into another young couple that told us they knew of a place that would "Scar us for life."

Well, this is where our story began. There names were Ivan and Anna, and they were locals who were engaged to be married next month and shared my wife's love of the supernatural and (Thank God) spoke English.

I asked: "So, have you two been here before?"

Ivan turned to me and said happily: "No, we are too scared to go by ourselves and we have been looking for others to accompany us there."

My wife replied with: "Well, we have been looking for something like this!" She turned to me with that puppy dog eyes look and said "Can we go Tim?" I pondered a moment and thought that no harm would come out of it and told her: "Yeah, sure...it sounds exciting, but what is this place exactly?" He told us it was an old graveyard where a massacre had happened centuries before.

So, off we hiked into the mountains outside of some town I could not pronounce. I was spaced out and noticed Ivan was talking to me, but all i heard was something about gravity mountains or something. "We are almost there. Only about another hour" he told us. My wife said aloud "Well, it gets dark in roughly 3 hours, so I think we should camp here and rest a bit and then head towards it at around 11 and get there at roughly midnight. Thoughts?" We all nodded in mutual agreement. After we got camp set up, we set around the fire and told horror stories to get pumped up for the graveyard. We tried to get some sleep, but ended up only getting about 2 hours.

I had had a dream that something in the woods was chasing us...only it wasnt a being per say, but a..force. It was flying above the trees picking us off one by one...taking Ivan first and followed swiftly by Anna. Me and Cadence had taken refuge in a cave where we climbed up on our hands backwards as we heard the force approaching with it demonic screeching. We backed up to a wall and I swiftly turned around to see the decaying face of some ancient entity smiling at us. It screamed "Did you think you could escape? The ritual is yet to be comlete." It opened its mouth to only let blood and a black tarish looking ubsance pour out and started manically laughing. It reached for me and as its claws dug into my skin and started burning I was suddenly awoken by Cadence saying: "Its time to go!" I refused to tell anyone the dream because I did not want to ruin anyones good time or make them back out. These woods were so thick and all encumbering...it frankly scared the living shit outta me.

Ivan said:" We are almost there guys."

"What are we going to do when we get there? Sit and wait for something to happend?" I said curiously.

"Yeah I suppose. No one really goes out here, because the locals are very superstitious around here." Anna said.

We arrived and started exploring the grounds. There were not any gravestones or anyhing, but you could definately feel that something bad had happened here. It just felt weird, and I could tell that everyone agreed. Cadence was about to comment on the boringness of the place when we all realized there were people with torches coming from the direction opposite of us and we rushed to the bushes to observe. There were a group of  black robbed figures approaching the site. They all walked to a little granite marker that was on the edge of the "graveyard" that we hadn't seen beforehand. One of the cloaked figures, most likely their leader, approached the marker and opened up a leatherbound book and started to recite: "Here we have gathered on a site where great sorrow has befallen many people. We offer ourselves to you lord Creable! Complete the ritual and take our host victim as your vessal that you may once live again!"

We all looked upon in horror as he pulled out a dagger and stabbed the screaming man they had presented in the stomach and he fell to the ground. At that instant me and Ivan reacted by rushing at the group and tried to wrestle the dagger out of his hands, only to fail and be restrained by the group. The cloaked figure that had just murdered an innocent man approached us and said: "Well, now you must have to be part of the sacrice. The ritual cannot be completed without all the witnesses dead."

I started panicking and screamed: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

He looked at me with a look of iritation and replied: "We are part of an ancient cult dedicated to the old ones, and we are resurecting our god Creable, but unfortunately for you his ritual requires all those who are present to be sacrificed."

All of the sudden the dead man started convulsing and twitching uncontrollably. He rose up from the ground with his body bending impossible ways and his mouth sprouting the same substances as in my dream. He started levatating in the air and the wind picked up enormously and he started laughing in a demonic tone that sounded as if there were more than one person in there and al of the sudden it stopped and he fell to his feet and started slaughtering his followers one by one and I darted to the bushes to get Cadence, but she had already ran off apparently. I turned back to see Ivan running in the opposite direction, so I took a cue and started running back to our camp; leaving the screams of the cult behind me. I ran for a good 10 minutes until I stumbled upon Anna, who had her head in her lap crying.

I went to go see if she was alright, but before I got near, her head joulted up and her eyes were bleeding and her mouth was gushing that weird substance. She smiled and said in that demonic tone "You can't run away from us Tim."

I panicked and took off running once more and i heard the ripping of flesh behind me and the manical laughter commenced. I finally made it to the camp site and the camp fire started soraing into the sky and out came Creable. He was just a shadowy figure with long wide claws and wore a hood and his eyes and the inside of his mouth were glowing a blood red. He started walking to me and I blacked out. I awoke the next morning and immediately started running back to civilization. I asked around town if anyone had seen Cadence or Ivan and needless to say they had not been seen.

After several months of searching, I eventually went back to the U.S. empty handed. No bodies were ever found in the woods and I eventually got remaried and had a kid. I named him after my little brother Gary. I never heard from Cadence...until 7 years later as I am writing this down. I got a letter from her today...it simply read "You cannot escape us Tim."

I got the same letter from Ivan yesterday and my son has been having dreams about a shadowy figure with long claws and calling out my name...