Crumbling, the

The CrumblingCopyright Vivid Mind 2015Warning: this is an extreme, disturbing short horror story intended for adults only and not for anyone of a squeamish disposition or easily shocked or offended. Please do not read any further if you are of this disposition. Fans of extreme horror ? brace yourselves...This is a five-thousand-word short story.When a group of bored, curious teenagers dared each other to invoke evil spirits opposite a busy town, where ancient castle ruins were crumbling into the sea, they couldnt have chosen a worse moment in time.When lightning struck the towns bell tower six times, at the precise moment when the moon became full and bright, a six-hundred and sixty-six-year-old vicious curse was activated. Supernatural events were triggered, the horror escalated, and a lot more than buildings began to crumble when evil spirits found their altar of blood empty...Vincent, James, William and Tony hadnt believed in what they viewed as utter nonsense: a creepy story their friend Boris had discovered on the internet, when someone named The Chainman had informed him that it was based on real events from the past and, if he and his friends went to the castle ruins and carried out the spirits precise instructions, theyd appear and would do them no harm but rather, theyd give them supreme power.What the Chainman hadnt told them, was that no power would ever be given to them and, if they went there and refused to provide six drops of fresh blood on the altar to satisfy the spirits, then they were in mortal, grave danger, along with their families also...There are massive twists in the story, and things are not as they appear to be...