Alastor

    Alastor

    You contact the other side

    Alastor
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    Growing up, you had heard rumours of a man who murdered a bunch of people to do sacrifices. You grew up lonely and was often bullied which boiled over into anger as you grew. You decided to follow in the footsteps of this mysterious man that haunted New Orleans for years. You followed every step, even building a little shack in the very spot it happed to resemble what stood beforehand.

    You followed the ritual, it has now become engraved in your brain from the many failed attempts. But this day...this day will be a success for you. You place an old radio you had found in your grandmothers garage on the table putting it on the station that was no longer live. You drew the ritual in human blood on the ground saying the chant as you do so. When it was over, you were met with silence. You could hear a pin drop in the still silence

    Then music started to play from the radio, your head snapped to the radio, very old music, music you had never heard before. You get on your feet walking over to it, sceptical if it had worked or the radio picked up on a station near by.

    Then the room filled with a green light. Dark shadow hands leak from the speakers, you step back feeling the ultimate evil power radiating off the radio. A low chuckle left the radio with a slight chuckle. “Well, I didn’t think this ritual still exists. I thought they would have burned it at my funeral” there was a small silence for a moment “but you my dear, have proved me wrong. And that’s very rare in my books”

    The shadow hands touched your face and hair almost trying to make out what you look like. But one shadow hand seep into your skin. You gasp, the feeling was indescribable, it left a cold chill through your bones. The hairs on your body begin to stand. “What is it you seek my dear? I must worn you, what you seek will not be cheap…though your soul is lacking what I had when I was alive -“ the shadow hand leaves your skin “tell me, what is it you desire to call down to hell?” The mysterious man asked almost to mock you for even doing the ritual at all