Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37138398-20190226135752

'''Percy sat down on the cold bench, his eyes drifting towards the fir tree above him. The tree was large, and the wood bulged at odd angles, making him think the tree was diseased. It’s brown bark seemed to burst at the seams, the wood bending and swirling at odd angles. Suddenly, a man sat down beside him and said, “Nice weather we’re having.” '''

'''Percy looked at the man. “Sun is always nice, but I really would like to see the stars.”'''

'''The man nodded, then looked at Percy. “So you’re Perseus,” he said. It wasn’t a question.'''

'''Percy nodded anyway. “And you’re Ares,” he replied. The man before him was thin, and his voice had a somewhat deep affliction. His eyes were hidden behind reflective sunglasses, and he seemed to be at ease on the marble bench. He was currently wearing a black polo shirt, with blue jeans accenting his black combat boots. '''

'''Ares nodded. “Would you mind if I told you a story?” he asked. '''

'''Percy shrugged. They were alone anyway, so he might as well listen.'''

Ares sat back, then told his story.

'''“Long ago, when this park was made, it was independently owned by a family know as the Chorderoys. The Chorderoys were a very rich family, and had been in this area for almost two centuries. One day, prior to the parks opening, they received a hefty donation from the Ivorkav family. The Ivorkav family, in contrast to the Chorderoys, were a Russian family that was recently vilified. The Chorderoys were astounded, and accepted the donation almost immediately. The Ivorkavs, though, asked for one thing: A bench, made of marble, planted next to a large fir tree. The Chorderoys complied, preparing to acquire these materials, but were surprised when the Ivorkavs supplied both the Marble and the oak. Keep in mind this was the 1800s, and Marble was very hard to come by.”'''

'''Percy leaned back, his eyes slowly drooping, his gaze resting on the tree above him. '''

'''“When the bench was made, the builders were screwing in the plaque,” continued Ares. “Unknown to the builders, the Marble was hollowed, and it was filled with Bleach and Ammonia. They had barely a second to react before the mustard gas in the marble leaked out and flowed into their lungs. They were suffocated in under five minutes. The park opened, and the bodies were found. The Chorderoys were tried and proven guilty of murder, and were sentenced to death.”'''

'''Ares smiled. “But that wasn’t all. People found that if you were to sit on the marble bench, you would grow tired, and eventually fall asleep, never to wake up. The oak tree was found to be a yew tree, but efforts to remove it were found to be fruitless. Anyone who sat on the cursed Marble bench would eventually fall into a permanent sleep, never to wake up.”'''

'''Percy’s mind sparked upon hearing this. He tried to get up, but he was so tired he could barely move. Ares stood up and turned to him. '''

'''“Before you drift off, know this,” he said. “Almost a century before, the Chorderoys poisoned the drink of Damien Ivorkav. That incident forever ruined the Ivorkav family name. The Ivorkavs never forgave them.” With a smile, Ares searched Percy’s pockets and took his phone and wallet, before taking one last glance and saying, “You know, it’s interesting that Ivorkavs are born immune to Yew poison.” With that, Ares left, whistling a happy tune. Percy eventually he fell asleep, never to wake up again. His corpse was found the next day, but by that time all traces of Ares was gone from the park.'''

Authors note: How is this story? I'm not sure if it is creepy or not.  