DragonCurse

=== STORIES ===
# DragonCurse
# DragonCurse - Say Draco and Die
# DragonCurse - The Beast Defeated
==== THE MAIN STORY ====
Hey, you can call me Sophia. I am a great fan of rock and metal, and I have been ever since I first listened to a song from The Beatles in primary school. I live a decent life in a village in Meath, but there's something that nobody knows about me. When I tell people about it, I'm rarely ever believed, but it's the echoing growls in my head that remind me that it did, indeed happen.
It was April and pouring. I was way up in my attic, looking for my old collection of rock vinyl records from a good while back. Searching through box after box, I managed to find it, the one that was labeled "ROCK & METAL" in bright red marker. This was it, my collection of rock records from days of yore. Now, it was just the matter of looking for a good record to play while I played Brawl Stars, a mobile game I seemed to love a lot. AC/DC's Back in Black, Def Leppard's Pyromania, The Beatles' Abbey Road, there was a lot to choose from, but one caught my eye - the dustiest record in the box.
This one record, I would recognize anywhere. This record was DragonForce's famed album Inhuman Rampage. A thing is, I used to listen to DragonForce a good bit now growing up. This UK-based power metal band's songs had been the soundtrack to my study sessions and road trips alike, and I'd recognize a guitar solo from them just about anywhere. "Damn... It's DragonForce. Haven't listened to them in a while." I said. I then added, "Would it hurt me to listen to them again? Don't think so!" That's when I took the record out of the box and trudged downstairs, ready for the rocking session of my life.
I walked into the living room, where my old, but still working record player was. I hoisted the record out of its box, placed it on the turntable and dropped the needle, and I heard it: Through The Fire and Flames. You know, that one song in Guitar Hero that's just agony to play? Yeah, that track. Still sounds wonderful today - intense, epic, everything I'd dreamed of in power metal. I smiled as I listened to my days of glory return to me as I played my favorite game to the tune of the song.
However, in the middle of the 6th song, I heard something strange. Very strange. Behind all those pounding drumbeats and shredding guitars, I could hear some really strange noises, such as deep howls and ominous whispers. I was a bit spooked at first, but then I brushed it off, thinking it was all part of the song. But then I heard more, and more. And, I'm not sure if it was just me, but they started to sound like ominous sentences such as: "Keep telling yourself, Sophia, it's only a nightmare." and "I've come for your soul, Sophia. I need it for energy." I felt a chill that had as much to do with the weather as DragonForce had to do with rainbows, cupcakes and unicorns. "What is going on?" I asked as I paused the record. I checked to see if it had any issues, and it didn't seem to have any. "Come on, Soph. Get a grip. It's just a song, and I can assure you - there are no problems with it." I told myself as I resumed the record.
Boy, what a mistake that was...
As the song went on, the sounds seemed to have calmed down (or so I thought). I sighed a breath of relief, thinking that it was just a glitch in the record factory that was never fixed by the factory staff. Suddenly, I saw the record emitting a purple smoky glow, picking up speed as it spun more and more. Now, I was really confused. Was this record posessed? Was I hallucinating? Or had someone been messing with an Ouija board while listening to DragonForce? Yet still, I began hearing the sounds again as the room turned darker and darker, almost like the moon had fallen over Ireland already, even though it was the noon. "I'm on my way, stand your ground." came a disturbingly low, deep voice.
That's when he came.
I saw 2 ghostly claws phase out of the record, much to my shock. I felt like my heart had sunken into my stomach. I tried to shoo it off, but it kept coming up. It began climbing out of the record and then out of the record player, growling and snarling as it did. I saw something that horrified me the most - a dark, shadowy, dragon-like head with red glowing eyes. I shrieked as the head of this monstrosity turned to face me. Its torso then came, it was flexible and longer than my couch. Its body twisted and twirled as it advanced towards me, fire blazing in its eyes like a pile of blazing coals, threatening growls emitting from it.
The beast opened its mouth, and it emitted a bloodcurdling speech. "Who dares to play the cursed record?" it growled. "For this, I will gladly take your soul as mine." I stumbled back in terror, my heart beating the drumroll. This just couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. But here he was, the horrid dragon in all its form. Be advanced, becoming more "from hell" with every inch he moved towards me. I had to do something, anything to stop it from ending my life. I grabbed the first thing I found - a heavy book, and threw it at the creature, with intense hope that this would get rid of it, but no use - it phased through the ghost like it was smoke. However, desperation was thrown back at me. I couldn't give up, I couldn't fight like that.
Soon, I remembered the one thing where I could keep this abomination contained: my basement. This deep, dark place felt like it was shielded from the rest of the world. Maybe, just maybe, if I played my cards right, I could trap it down there, never to torment me again. I had to act fast. I then ran out of the living room, shutting the door tight as possible so he wouldn't kill me and I headed down to my basement. In this dimly-lit room, I spotted an old metal box, one my grandparents used to store unwanted items. It was currently empty - perfect. I could get the dragon back into its record, and tightly close it in there.
I dashed back into the living room where the ghost dragon was, the box in my hands. I grasped the record, removing the needle as fast as I could. "What... What are you doing, mortal?" the dragon asked me. "I have one thing to tell you... You. Won't. Have. My. Soul!" I angrily screamed, refusing to let the behemoth kill me and harvest my soul just for some stupid energy. "No!" the dragon screeched, as I stuffed the record back into the case. "I NEED your soul! What if I run out of energy!?" it shouted, muffled from inside. "Well, get someone else's soul!" I bit back. Nobody would take my soul and get away with it. I then took the encased record and put it into the box, slamming it shut and shutting both the locks, to ensure that the dragon would never escape.
The darkness of the room had thankfully faded away now that the dragon wasn't there, but the terror of seeing the thing clung to my mind as I placed the box into the darkest corner of my basement, with "DO NOT OPEN" written on it with a red sharpie. To try and numb the trauma, I got my Abbey Road record from the attic and let it play. I slumped down on the couch, catching my breath, trying to forget the experience, but I'm not sure how I can when his growls are still in my head.
To this day, I can still hear his growl inside of my head. I don't think I'll ever be able to listen to DragonForce without thinking of this menace. I wish he'd leave me alone. He's locked back into the record now, and I've made damn sure that he can't escape. Whenever I tell someone about it, only my brother believes me. The others just say "You just watched too many horror movies." or "Pretty sure that didn't happen", and that grinds my gears - I'm sure it happened. It's sadly only my brother who understands everything I told him.
Whatever you do, don't open the box...
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Music
Category:Ghosts