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Spirits of the Crematorium

A show at the crematorium where man and soul shared their experiences

By Ganesh AgmPublished 9 months ago 4 min read
Spirits of the Crematorium
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Spirits of the Crematorium

The night was heavy with an eerie stillness as a dense fog rolled in, shrouding the small town's crematorium in an ethereal haze. It was said that the spirits of the departed wandered these grounds, their presence felt by those who dared to venture near. Amongst the locals, there was a tale whispered in hushed tones—a tragic incident that had befallen a man who foolishly drank alcohol with a ghost within the very walls of the crematorium.

Nathan, a curious and adventurous soul, had always been drawn to the supernatural. He had heard the rumors surrounding the crematorium, and they piqued his interest. Fueled by an insatiable desire to experience the unknown, he decided to explore the foreboding building on that fateful night.

As Nathan approached the crematorium, its imposing structure loomed before him like a gate to the underworld. The flickering of candlelight could be seen through the frosted windows, casting eerie shadows on the worn steps leading to the entrance. Undeterred, Nathan pushed open the creaking doors and stepped into the dimly lit foyer.

The air was heavy with the scent of incense, mingling with the unmistakable aroma of decay. Nathan's heart raced as he cautiously made his way deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, guided only by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows.

An ethereal whisper filled the air, causing the hairs on the back of Nathan's neck to stand on end. He followed the sound, his steps echoing through the deserted halls. Eventually, he arrived at a small room, where a solitary figure sat at a table, surrounded by empty bottles of liquor.

The figure turned to face Nathan, its eyes empty voids of darkness. It was a ghostly apparition, its features hazy and indistinct. Nathan could feel a strange energy emanating from the spirit, simultaneously drawing him closer and warning him to stay away.

Driven by his reckless curiosity, Nathan approached the ghost, cautiously extending a trembling hand. The ghost nodded, acknowledging his presence, and gestured to an empty seat across from him. On the table lay a bottle of aged whiskey, untouched.

Nathan's heart pounded in his chest as he hesitantly reached for the bottle. Pouring two glasses, he watched in awe as the liquid seemed to float in mid-air before settling into the crystal vessels. The ghost raised his glass, an unspoken invitation to partake in this spectral communion.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Nathan clinked his glass against the ghost's, and they both took a sip. The whiskey burned as it made its way down Nathan's throat, its warmth spreading through his body. The ghost's eyes glowed faintly, a hint of melancholy reflected within them.

As the night wore on, Nathan and the ghost shared stories—tales of lost love, broken dreams, and lingering regrets. The barriers between the living and the dead seemed to blur, as if time itself had ceased to exist within the confines of that room.

But as the clock struck midnight, a change came over the ghost. Its face contorted in agony, and a piercing wail filled the air. Shadows danced along the walls, growing longer and more menacing with each passing moment. Nathan's euphoria turned to terror as he realized the true nature of the ghost's intentions.

The spirit had lured him into a twisted game—a macabre pact that demanded a sacrifice. The alcohol they had consumed had bound their souls together, and now, the ghost sought to claim Nathan's life in exchange for its own release from eternal torment.

Desperate to escape, Nathan scrambled to his feet, knocking over the bottle of whiskey in his haste. The room erupted into a blaze of ghostly flames, illuminating the horrors that surrounded him. The once inviting table now stood adorned with severed limbs and rotting corpses—a gruesome reminder of the ghost's insatiable hunger.

With every ounce of strength he possessed, Nathan fought his way through the inferno, his body singed by the spectral fire. The ghost pursued him relentlessly, its moans echoing through the halls as it sought to reclaim its lost soul.

As Nathan burst through the crematorium doors, he fell to his knees, gasping for air. The building behind him collapsed into a smoldering ruin, consumed by the ghost's vengeful wrath. Covered in soot and shaking with fear, Nathan realized the dire consequences of his curiosity.

Haunted by the memory of that fateful night, Nathan carries the scars of his encounter with the ghostly presence. The town's people still whisper about the tragic incident, a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows. Some say they can still hear the distant cries of the tormented spirit, a solemn warning to those who dare to tempt the supernatural.

And so, the legend of the crematorium lives on, serving as a stark reminder that some encounters are better left to the realm of dreams and nightmares.

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