The Ghost Killer

== My Grandfather's Death ==
My Grandpa Davis died in the year 2011. At that time he was actually pretty healthy and in shape. He also gave to the poor and took good care of us.
But something changed within him as he reported seeing a floating man staring into his soul and following him everywhere. The man was transparent and bruised. His clothes were also tattered and old.
We thought our grandpa was hallucinating and we got him checked, but unfortunately nothing alarming was found.
The sightings seemed to make him paranoid and tired as if that thing was taking his energy.
And unexpectedly he passed away in the Mont Royale cemetery near his mother's grave.
== My Visit ==
Last night I decided to visit his grave to pray for him so that he finds the way to the light, but I never expected what was about to take place.
Me and my brother were at Mont Royale's cemetery and we drove to the beginning of the location. We expected a few paranormal situations as we were there at night on a full moon, but it was quiet... too quiet...
We were the only ones out there; not even animals were present. A few minutes later we discovered an opened tomb. These are supposed to be closed and locked, but somehow this one was opened from the inside. Scratch marks and red finger prints were all over the back of the door.
Inside the casket that once contained a body had fallen over, and the place was filled with red candles forming an upside-down triangle.
We refused to stay in there any longer so we moved out, and we heard an ear-piercing scream far into the distance.
We ran as far away from that direction, but everything was different as some graves seemed older and broken. Our stress was at an all time high and we started to lose hope.
It didn't help that we saw specters getting killed by a humanoid figure that we could barely see. The thing was punching, kicking and scratching them and the spirits ceased to exist.
My brother held my arm and pulled me out of these situations. He seemed angry but I knew that he was scared as well.
But then we saw it, the same humanoid demon that my grandpa talked about. His shirt was blue and green with dark blue pants and dark shoes and his eyes were missing from their sockets.
I screamed as my heart pounded heavily and my brother followed suit. The closer the evil being was the weaker we felt and intrusive thoughts came into our heads.
Somehow we never gave up and we managed to barely escape the killer, and we found my grandfather's grave. We gave it flowers and prayed and then we retraced our steps.
My brother also lost his life as the killer moved without moving his legs, as if he was sliding on the ground without moving its body, and it pushed him on the ground and dragged him into a nearby forest. I tried to save him but to no avail.
I cursed the demon and cried out of a broken heart and I stumbled across the car.
I had the keys in my pocket and I thought that my brother's spirit gave them to me. Hopefully he lives on.
I started the car and went back home. It's over now. I ain't going back there ever again.
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