So Scary 7- Rituals and Mayhem
May 5, 1974
The people of a small town have made urgent complaints, regarding a satanic cult whose goal was to serve the evil of their Lord. Christians have waged war against them. The police have arrived to apprehend them. It was total chaos. For that reason only, a photographer named John Wilkins, had to hide himself from the big crowd, and take pictures of the out-most violence that could ever happen in human history.
A police officer have noticed the man, taking pictures. He said, "Hey.. you there! Get out of here while you still can!" John gulped and ran away. But he stopped, and thought of what his boss had said about the pictures that he had to take. After all, this kind of news wouldn't just go away. In fact, the real truth was that the people were too scared of these so-called satanists. And that they would do anything to stop their widespread of evil. However, a member of the cult had said, "We're not Satanists! We are serving a much greater God than yours!" A news reporter who used to work with John at the time, didn't have the slightest clue of what he was talking about. All the kinds of rituals and mayhem were the same to everyone, who lived in this town. They didn't care which Lord, the cultists have been serving for the past years or so.
But John was curious enough to find out what kind of Lord they were serving now. He also wanted to know the truth behind it. So, he tried to follow the cultists, who just hopped inside the van, and escaped from the angry mob. Whether they were Christians or not, it didn't matter. They knew that these cultists were sacrificing innocent victims on the altar, which a person hadn't seen before. And he had described those symbols while he came back home, after spying on their secret house. He had said this,
"I'm telling you, man. These guys are a bunch of wackos. I have never seen anything like it."
But the man was later caught by the cultists. Two days later, he was found dead of what it looked like some sort of a ritual killing. And the dagger... That was something else.
John remembered reading the daily newspaper. He tried countless times to understand of what the purpose of serving this new "Lord" for and why. One cultist who was captured by the police, have said to the public, "He's coming! He's coming! And when he comes, you will all feel his wrath!" But then he was shot dead by one of the angry mob. And surprisingly, that person was taken to jail for interrupting the law enforcement.
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May 8, 1974
John have ventured out into the night, alone. But his wife had urged him to stay back home. Even after what happened in the past couple of days, John was willing to infiltrate the house of the cultists, after been given the information from a fellow reporter. It was his sole mission alright. And he didn't pay attention to his dear wife.
After what it took like an hour or so, he stopped at a certain distance from the house. He was sure that he came to the right place. Grabbing the camera, he walked slowly, and then scanned the area for any signs of the cultists. Then a vehicle arrived at the house. There were two members who just appeared from a parked vehicle. One looked to be a male and the other one, a female. John wasn't sure of the third person, but he could be a driver for all he knew. John hid behind the trees quickly before they could notice him. To avoid getting himself caught or hurt, he brought his gun with him. And for that matter, there was no telling of what would happen next.
As he walked on, he recalled of what his boss had said about infiltrating the house of the cultists. "I'm warning you, John. There could be serious trouble. Okay? Your wife had just called me on the phone, and she's worried about you. She also told me that you and her were planning to move out after this unholy $h!t hit the fan. Are you sure you wanna do this?" John had said yes. He had to do it anyways. After all, it was his job. He already have taken risks before. Why not this one?
The third member finally walked out of the car. It turned out that he was a young man. A teenager who just ran away from home, and willing to join the new cult that he kept hearing about. Especially from his friend, who had been caught two days earlier, while the mob had fought them. His name was Daniel Graves. People called him Danny all the time. He used to be a good kid back in those days. Now, he hanged out with the wrong crowd. And guess what? His father was a pastor.
John have recognized him alright. He didn't think that Danny could join the cult of a new God. Therefore, the photographer did the unthinkable. He sort of rushed behind the boy's back, and held up a gun. It was now or never.
"Danny... It's me, John. Remember?" The boy didn't say anything. But he knew who that voice was, even without turning back. He said, "What are you doing here?"
John said, "I was about to ask you the same question. If you go in there, I'll shoot." At that statement, Danny laughed.
"It's not funny," John said angrily. "Those people are evil. I thought you knew better."
"I don't have to listen to you! Just get out of here or else..."
"Or else what?" Danny thought of shouting for help. But he didn't. He began to shed tears in his eyes. Finally, he turned back.
"Listen, Danny... You don't have to do this. Just get out of here, and I'll take care of the rest. Okay? There's a phone booth, somewhere nearby. Go and call your father. He's worried about you." For the first time in his life, Danny did the right thing. The thought of joining the cult had been a terrible mistake. Even after watching the news lately, he probably changed his mind about joining those damn, evil nutcases who prayed to their unholy god. So, he ran away. John felt relieved.
The photographer thought, Okay... Here goes nothing.
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One cop was eating a hamburger, late at night. His mama had told him not to eat burgers at this time, because he could get a serious stomachache. And that he couldn't help it. He said to his partner, "I'm just hungry, you know. Mama ain't like $h!t nowadays. You know what she said?"
His partner didn't listen to him. He stared at some hot chick with great knockers that kept bouncing up and down. Even though she walked with her skinny boyfriend, the cop didn't care. He smiled.
"Hey man!" The black cop said. "Are you even listening?" His partner came back to his senses and said, "Huh? Oh yeah. That's right. Your mama doesn't like $h!t."
The black cop groaned. But it wasn't the fact that his partner hadn't listened to him. It was his stomach. Mama was right.
"Are you okay?" His partner looked at him, worriedly.
The black cop replied, "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine."
"You sure don't look okay. You best stop eating that $h!t before..." He stopped when someone slashed his throat. The black cop screamed, and $h!t his pants. Then he got out of the car.
He tried to run away because he was too scared of what happened to his white partner. The guy who slashed him, was wearing some kind of robe. The black cop thought, A cultist robe! Jesus Christ!I ain't gonna die from this mother***** He raised his gun, and pointed towards the attacker. But there were others out there, watching the whole scene of a terrible crime. One of them held a dagger, and rushed behind the black cop.
The black cop screamed with pain as he felt a sharp object, digging through his skin. He looked up, and then fell down.
The woman with great knockers, screamed at the sight of it. She ran away, and his skinny boyfriend cried out, "Hey Susie!"
The cultists have noticed them. The skinny man saw them too, and then ran away. But he fell along the road, and one of the cultists stabbed him.
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Susie used to be a great cheerleader back in high school. She was often called the Knockout because of her knockers. Even her friends used to joke around with her and one of them said, "Knock! Knock!" The other girl said, "Who's there?" Then the girl replied, "It's Susie." They all laughed, but Susie didn't find it funny at all.
A lot of guys have slept with Susie, and sometimes drooled on her knockers. The former cheerleader never liked it because she thought it was the grossest thing that could ever happen in her entire life. But the guys have said that they couldn't help it. And one of them said, "It tasted like watermelon back at the summer camp." And he missed those watermelons so much that he wanted to knock Susie out. He did.
But now, Susie was being chased by the crazy cultists of their new God. Her knockers kept bouncing up and down as always. As if that wasn't enough, she wanted to pee. She quickly scanned for a place where it might have washrooms. Unfortunately, she was still on the run, and couldn't concentrate. She screamed for help. A guy who just came back from work, stared at her knockers. His jaw dropped open, and that he didn't listen to her pleas. Then he came back to his senses and said, "What's the matter?"
Susie slammed against the car's windshield, hoping the guy would take her from the cultists. But one of them have managed to reach her from behind, and then stabbed her. The man screamed.
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Susie's skinny boyfriend was still alive. He never thought he could make it at this point. But he was still bleeding badly in the gut. And he figured that the crazy cultists have caught his dear Susie. The problem was that he was still a virgin, and he planned to knock his new girlfriend out after taking her home.
But that time was over. The skinny man whose name was Jared, have tried everything he could to have sex with a woman. He thought of calling a doctor, or even the police. But the place was empty. There were no phone booths nearby. He even tried calling out for help.
And those knockers... How could Jared resist them? Any guy would love to sleep with Susie and her precious pillows. Jared may be jealous of the fact that his girlfriend have slept with a lot of guys in the past. But now, he didn't care. He just wanted to have sex with her.
But the thought of dying as a virgin, made Jared realize that he would never have that f***ing chance. He began to faint, and then closed his eyes.
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John have infiltrated the house of the cultists. He was shocked to see an innocent high-school girl, who was about to be sacrificed on an altar. The member who turned out to be the leader, chanted in a strange language that not even John could understand. He took some pictures of them, and secretly moved to another place. He hid there, watching the sacrifice. Their hideout have been mostly surrounded by the cultists. They mentioned some name, which sounded like a god and that John couldn't pronounce it clearly. He took some pictures again. Then, something happened. The police sirens were on the loose, and the cultists have stopped chanting.
John felt relieved that the police was here. Someone must gave them a tip in finding this place. Thank God, he thought. He came out of his hiding place, when a cultist have finally noticed him. He called out to his fellow members. John ran away, and then stopped. He thought of saving the poor girl back at the altar. He went back, and shot the cultists along the way. Cars stopped outside the house, and the other cultists began firing the police.
After shooting them, John checked the girl's pulse. She seemed to be unconscious, which was a good thing. John carried her. And when he came outside, he yelled, "Don't shoot! I have the girl with me!" But the firing sounds have covered the police men's ears. As a result, John was shot on the leg.
He dropped the girl down, and said it again not to shoot. He even tried to take cover. But the shots have hit him badly. One police member have finally noticed the photographer and said, "Hey guys! It's John! Stop firing!" The police finally stopped, and saw that John was heavily injured.
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May 12, 1974
John Wilkins decided not to press charges on the police, who accidentally shot him. It may have been a bloody mess, but at least the leader of the cultists was found dead. Some of the cult members have ran away, and never to be seen again. The town was finally safe.
As for John, he decided to move out into another place with his wife. After all, she was expecting their child. And to live in such a town of horrors, he couldn't afford losing his family. He also planned to become a family photographer rather than a news one. He had done taking risks.
But then as he tried to sleep at night, he thought of those dreary events that transpired on that day. And he finally figured out how to pronounce the god's name. It was...
Next story- It Remains to be Seen.
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