It was a brisk, winter night, things were going as usual. The wind was kicking up, slight snow, a warm fire. I Was dozing away from the real world while reading Anthony Horrowitz's 'Alex Rider' series, when i heard a sudden crash outside of my house. This also alarmed my wife, and my two kids, George and Jeffery. The kids both ran down the stairs and grabbed both of my arms, technically holding me hostage. My wife comes down several seconds later and says "Nick, what was that?!" ""I'm not sure" i said. "Well go out there and see!" She then handed me a fairly large knife, probably the size of a butcher knife, or bigger.

Staggering to get outside, i finally opened the door. I Shined the flashlight around the yard and down the alley, and saw...nothing. Absolutely nothing. I Was approaching the front door when i heard it again, panicking, i turned around and saw my friend Doug. "Doug, what the hell are you doing out here at 11:00 at night?" "Uhm.. just taking a nightly walk." he said. I then noticed a fairly large bag, almost like a green body bag. "And the bag?" "It's a deer i killed when i went hunting" he said. You went hunting at 11:00 at night? "Yes." It then started to move and drip blood, "Doug, what the hell is going on!" "Just leave me the hell alone ok Nick?" He then turned around and started walking back to his house. Well that was strange i thought to myself, i walked back into the house and told my family what had happend. Only leaving out the bodybag part.


Over the past few days i would hear strange noises coming from Doug's house whenever i walk by, Sounds of sheer terror. I saw Doug carry another three or four bags until one day i confronted him. "Doug, i've seen you carry many bodies and tool's into that house. What is going on?!" "Calm down man, come to the bar with me and i'll explain everything." He said. After around 7 shot's of liquor i could barely keep my balance, "Here, let me give you a ride home." He said. He then proceeded to put me into his car, we drove several miles until we got to my house, he didnt stop at my house though. The car continued on down the road until we arrived at his home. "Here, let me help you up." He then helped me out of the car, being drunk, i had no idea what was going on. He then opened up his door and shoved me down. (What the..) He then started to punch me and kick me, i somehow fought back but he knocked me out with a single last blow.

I Woke up several hours later, the room was dark, seemed wet. A Bright light then appeared from the other side of the room, a lantern. Doug flipped on a switch and what i saw was horrifying. A Large Altaire was in the middle of the room, a sacrificial stone slate with marking and pentagrams on it. Heaps of bodies on the left and right of the room, covering the room in blood, guts, and sheer malice. Doug then said "Welcome home, friend. Don't worry, i'll take good care of you." I Then tried to kick him but he grabbed my leg and gashed a knife into it. I Passed out from the pain.


I Woke up once more, in the same spot as last time. Except this time i was covered in blood with many scar's and marks on me. Doug was sitting beside the altaire waiting for me to return consienscience. "Ah, you've awoken. Time to get started." he then pulled out a large, carving knife. He pointed it at my arm and cut a large open wound. He then collected the blood into a small flask and placed it next to the altaire. Afterwards, he walked out of the room and came back 10 minutes later, carrying a body with him. The body had markings on its chest and back. It also had no clothing besides a basic groin guard and a sack over it's head. He then started chanting what seemed to be Arabic. الثناء الشيطان! تضحياتي هذا الرجل في اسم الرب إبليس! جلب هذا الشخص إلى الحياة ويقوم من الأموات! He then placed a sample of my blood onto the corpses open wound, like mine. He chanted again, the body then started to shake. It caught on fire for ten seconds and rose. A Living, damned zombie. "Now, obey my order's my follower!" he said. It then started to eat the bodies, one by one.

Doug walked over to me and grabbed the knife from my leg and put it in my hand. "Kill me Nick." Why? "I Would like to join Lord Lucifer on his quest to conquering this world." He then chanted something and caught on fire. The strands on the rope that was encasing me then snapped and i was free. The 'zombie' then started walking towards me, i grabbed it by its throat and jabbed the knife several times into its chest. I Stabbed it once more in the eye and it no-longer moved. I Then Walked to Doug. "Doug, why did you do this?" His last words were "For Lucifer..." He then burned to a crisp. I Searched his pocket for a key of some sort and found a key to the hatch. I unlocked the door and ran outside, it was over. I Came home three hours later, my family was giddy to see me. Apperantly i was gone for an entire week.

So, this is the story of my friend the necrophilliac. Rest in peice Doug...

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