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Look
for stories about your community in the book's Table of Contents!
Also, read a sample story from the book, "Dead Boys
Walking" ***You will need Adobe Reader to view these PDF
documents.
Below is a short story told to me by a friend.
He insists it's true.
Message from the Grave -
Rossville, Georgia
In 1983, an outlaw biker from Chattanooga -- described as a notorious and evil hell-raiser --
was buried in Lakewood Memory Gardens.
Late that evening, a satanic priest
and his acolytes slipped into the cemetery and encircled the mound of fresh fill
covering the new grave. It was time, he resolved, to persuade these young people to commit to more
than painting their nails black. Drugs and alcohol served as bread and wine in a
sinister sacrament, which was but the prelude to a gripping exhibition of dark power
-- the ritual of direct communication with the dead.
Eight initiates stepped up to the grave and waited. One carried a hefty steel gate pipe,
two inches in diameter and seven feet long. As instructed, he placed the pipe over the grave.
Another swung a sledgehammer and…clank…clank…clank… drove the pipe down into the soft dirt.
It hit the vault with a hard thud.
The priest put his ear to the hollow pipe and motioned to the others to listen.
Two of the young men leaned toward it.
They heard the dead man, in his own voice, screaming that the flames were burning him…
...screaming ‘I’m on fire!’
…just screaming in agony and pain.
They realized then that there is life after death and hell is real.
Two ran from the cemetery, never to return to a satanic party.
They continued to run and run, lungs burning, running to Park City Road or Highway 2A,
to the closest convenience store where they hitched a ride away from that awful place.
One of the young men has not recovered from the spiritual and psychological damage
he suffered that night. He has been in jail several times,
having never found his true path in life. The identity and fate of the others are unknown.
The house the priest once occupied in north Georgia went up in flames.
But he still lives in the area, almost invisible, like a spider watching from a dark crack.
Please do not reproduce these stories without permission from the author.
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