Old Dean Berrystole

It had been something they were looking forward to since last year. They were finally old enough to go to the graveyard by themselves. They had bought a Ouija board, bought candles, gather batteries for their flashlights and packed up on food. Halloween was just around the corner and they were ready to have some fun. They decided that they wanted to figure out of the old legend of Dean Berrystole was true.

Other kids would be out trick-or-treating on Halloween, but not Donny and Leesa. They had other plans. Plans that would hopefully end in spooky new findings.

Ever since they were little, they were told the interesting story of Old Dean Berrystole. he used to live in the neighborhood, before he died in prison. And tonight was finally the long anticipated night that they would summon the spirit of Old Dean Berrystole.

They hiked for an hour to find the graveyard where he was buried.

The cold wind howled in their ears, leaves crunched under their feet. The full moon shone bright above their heads in the starry nights sky. It was the perfect night for these two teenagers to summon some demons.

Donny, who was leaded Leesa, had dark brown hair and eyes, and wore glasses. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a glow in the dark skull on it, and jeans. Leese had dyed green hair and blue eyes and was wearing the same thing. They both had backpacks slung over their shoulders.

“This is a wonderful night, isn’t it Leesa?” Donny said, staring up at the moon. “I wonder if we’ll get anything good.”

“I'm hope so. I didn’t hike all the way out here for nothing.”

A twig snapped somewhere behind them and they both spun around hastily. They examined the dark forest for any sign of a stalker, but saw nothing. They kept walking.

It wasn’t long before they found a vacant graveyard. It was full of headstones except for one area about 4 yards in diameter. Only a single headstone sat mysteriously by itself. The two of them approached the grave with caution. Leesa read the inscription, “Dean Berrystole. Age 56.” The birth to death years were scratched out. “You remember the story don’t you? The one we were told about as kids?”

“Yeah. Dean was a crazy old man who believed that demons walked among humans. He said he could speak to them. One day, he told a young couple that a demons was going to kill them because they were too noisy. And, sure enough, they died that night after having a party. And old Dean was found at the murder scene. He escaped and wasn’t seen for a year. Then, he showed up again at a child’s birthday party and massacred everyone there. Then, the only thing he could say was that-”

“He was possessed by a demon.” Leesa finished. “And some say he still haunts people, even though he’s dead.” She pulled a flashlight from her pocket and flipped it on. She shined the light up on her face, casting terrifying shadows around her eyes. “Oooohoooh.” She wiggled her fingers.

Donny chuckled. “Anyways, lets get this summoning set up. It’ll be 3 o’clock soon.”

“The devils hour.” She smiled wickedly.

They began to set up. They laid a blanket down on the ground. Then set up candles in a circle around the blanket. In the center, they laid out a Ouija board and sprinkled a ring of salt around it. They lit all the candles. When everything was all set up, they each sat facing each other. Something rustle in the leaves of the trees around them.

“Let’s get started.” Donny said eagerly.

They each placed two fingers on the planchette. “Old Dean Berrystole.” Leesa called. “Are you with us tonight?”

The planchette slid to word yes. Donny and Leesa both beamed at each other. “Ok. Ok.” Donny said happily. “Old Dean Berrystole. Did you kill those people?”

The planchette moved to no. then, it began to move to different letters. It spelled out: I-t w-a-s t-h-e d-e-m-o-n.

“I knew it!” Leesa said. “There’s no way a weak old man had the ability to do something like that.”

The wind began to blow hard around them. The candles blew out. Twigs snapped, leaves fell, and something in the shadows seemed to move. There was a tall, humanoid figure that crept from behind one tree to another. “Uhm, did you see that, Donny?” she asked with a quiver of fear in her voice.

“Yep.”

“Run?” she asked.

“Run.” He agreed.

They both stood up and sprinted across the graveyard. There was a low growl behind them, but neither of them dared to look back. The wind blew harder. The sky filled with dark clouds. The racing footsteps matched each of their heartbeats. That meant that there were two of them. They both ducked behind a tree to catch their breath. They breathed as quietly as possible.

The footsteps slowed. From the side of the tree, a creature slowly peaked it’s head around. It didn’t have lips or a nose. It only had long black teeth that could bite you in half. And hollow black eyes that seemed to swirl with hatred. It’s hair looked like looming black smoke. It had pitch black skin and was more bone that anything. When it stepped around the tree, Leesa and Donny noticed it had 8 legs, like a spider.

It slowly turned its head to the left where they were standing. They slipped around the side of the tree to get out of the creature view. A murderous roar bellowed from behind them as another head, the head of Dean Berrystole, with stringy white hair and loose white eyes and sunken in cheeks, unhinged his jaw, grew 30 times its regular size, and swallowed them whole.

The two kids, were never heard from again. And little had they known that on that night, they would summoned a demon that would forever haunt the people of this world. It would never rest until every creature in the universe was dead.