Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

I didn?t have to w or r y about Gr andpa for long. On the ninth of December , w hen
the fir st specks of snow w er e sw ir ling in the air , he w ent to sleep and never w oke
up. He was laid to r est in St Paul?s cemeter y, on the edge of Ker sal Moor. Din-Dins
died a w eek later.
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Four year s later , it was 1995 and I was sixteen. The w inter solstice fell on the
tw enty-second of December that year.
I kept looking at the moon in the nights leading up to it. Over the cour se of a
w eek-and-a-half, it slow ly waned to a cold shar p cur ve. On the tw enty-fir st, it
vanished altogether.
I w ent to Moor Lane and found the path by St Paul?s Chur ch. It led fr om the r oad
into utter dar kness. I walked dow n it, beginning to stumble as I left the or ange
str eet-light.
Ther e w er e humps of long gr ass to tr ip me up and patches of gr it w her e the soil
had w or n away.
Eventually, I found my way to the highest par t of the moor and stood ther e in
tr iumph, looking all ar ound me. As dar k as it was, the hor izon was jew elled w ith
city lights.
?Hello?? I called.
Nothing came back fr om the dar kness. All I could hear was the sound of car s on
Moor Lane. As I waited, they became less fr equent and eventually stopped.
?Hello?? I called r epeatedly.
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