It was a cold October morning, coloured leaves scattered about the old graveyard. In the graveyard, a young adult woman was kneeling in front of a grave marker. The young adult woman had pale skin and was dressed in a white Victorian dress. The woman’s golden hair fell to the small of her back and swayed slightly with every minute movement the woman made. After finishing her business with the grave she was in front of, the woman stood up, her hands dirtied, placed something in her breast pocket and picked up her white lacy parasol, before exiting the graveyard. Outside the graveyard was a bald, middle aged man with dark skin waiting for the woman.
“Bring the car around.” said the woman.
“Of course.” replied the man with a smile on his face.
The man walked away before driving up to the woman in a black limousine two minutes later. The woman got into the very back seat of the limousine before the limousine drove off.
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The limousine pulled up to the woman’s home, which was an ancient castle, long since abandoned the woman and her driver had moved in. The woman walked into the castle as the driver parked the car.
The woman walked up to her bedroom, which was on the second of three floors. The woman disrobed and entered the bathroom off her bed room where she bathed. After bathing, the woman clothed herself before going down stairs to have some lunch. After having lunch, the woman spent the rest of the day painting, playing piano and violin, and reading. After eating dinner, the woman returned to her bedroom and walked over to where her clothes from that morning were piled on her floor. She reached into her dress’ breast pocket and pulled out the small bone fragment inside. The woman glanced down at her right wrist, which was adorned with a golden watch. It was ten minutes to midnight.
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The woman headed down to the castle’s basement with a lighter, the bone fragment, salt, a knife and a candle in a bag that was white with ornate black patterns on it. After reaching the basement, the woman took the items out of her bag. The woman used the salt to make a circle on the basement floor and placed the bone fragment in the circle’s center. The woman took the knife and cut into her finger, drawing blood. The woman poked the fragment with her fresh cut, getting blood on the piece of bone. The woman placed the candle behind the blood stained fragment and glanced at her watch. It would be midnight in a minute. The woman lit the candle with the lighter and waited for midnight to come.
Midnight.
The woman heard the loud dinging of the grandfather clock upstairs. The dinging was followed by a low moan coming from the circle. The basement was submerged in a subtle red hue which became more and more intense. The bloodied bone piece began to vibrate before odd protrusions started to grow off it. The low moan grew louder and louder as the protrusions grew bigger and bigger and the basement grew redder and redder. The woman just stood before the circle, taking in the scene that was unfolding before her. The bone fragment eventually came to form a human figure that fell to the ground. The figure breathed heavily and attempted to get up but failed to do so, as it’s hands and legs did not end in what one would expect, but ended in bloodied stubs. The woman walked over to the figure and-
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“It’s time to go, little lady.” said the driver with a gun pointed at the woman, whom looked down at her wrist watch before remarking “Ah, so it is…”with a sad tinge to her voice. The woman wiped blood off of her mouth before putting her hands on her head, walking out of the castle with the driver behind her, gun still pointed at her.
“So, how was your last meal?” asked the driver, his cheery tone from that morning still present.
“It was wonderful. He tasted even better the second time.” replied the woman.
Lyle In Hell 