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Solstice of Fear Introduction

Solstice of Fear Introduction

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Published by BlackFireChan
Introductory chapter to a horror novel I'm writing entitled "Solstice of Fear"

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Edward and Jonathon were two regular guys on their way to Jonathon's sister's house for Christmas when they crash and are forced to find shelter in a cave made for Satanic worship. An unspeakable horror finds them soon after their arrival. Afraid to leave the cave, and left with no communication, food, or supplies, Edward and Jonathon struggle to survive in a fight against the terrifying evil that awaits them just outside the stone walls.
Introductory chapter to a horror novel I'm writing entitled "Solstice of Fear"

Synopsis:

Edward and Jonathon were two regular guys on their way to Jonathon's sister's house for Christmas when they crash and are forced to find shelter in a cave made for Satanic worship. An unspeakable horror finds them soon after their arrival. Afraid to leave the cave, and left with no communication, food, or supplies, Edward and Jonathon struggle to survive in a fight against the terrifying evil that awaits them just outside the stone walls.

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Published by: BlackFireChan on Jun 21, 2009
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It was freezing. The snow was at least two feet deep and it was seeping into ourshoes, frozen wet socks didn’t feel good, and neither to do the feet they contain.What also didn’t feel good was the snow layering itself on top of the bare skinpeeking out from under our t-shirts, on our heads, and down our torsos.My name is Jonathon, and his name was Edward.“How much further, Ed?” I breathed through chattering teeth, my ears felt like theywere on fire, so it was almost impossible to hear him saying “About another hundredfeet. Just ahead. Not much further…”We were both hugging ourselves like we were happy to see ourselves back after anextended trip to somewhere.Each step felt like walking on needles, it was nearly unbearable; I just wanted to fallover into the fetal position and die. Die pitiful and shivering in a coffin of snow.Finally, through the curtain of night air and falling snow, I could see a rock formationup ahead. Hopefully this particular rock formation had central heating.After a few minutes, each of which felt like an hour, we reached the rocks.Edward took lead and scanned the rocks for something. He was looking for anopening.Finally he pointed to a hole about three feet in diameter and said “Climb in.”I had no other thoughts in my head other than “God dammit I’m fucking freezing.” There was no room for logic or reasoning, all I could do was trust him and climb in.I was greeted by dryness and partial warmth; it was a hell of a lot warmer than itwas out there.Edward joined soon after I made it inside.It was almost pitch black, the only source of light was the moon reflecting off of thesnow outside of the hole.Edward pulled out a lighter and guided himself almost ritually over to a torch thatstood in the corner and lit it. The room was stricken with a dim light, revealing a makeshift stone table, stonechairs, multiple torches, and a giant pentagram on the wall.He proceeded to light the other torches while I stood stupidly at the entrance gazingupon this odd room, the ice cold wind spitting acid on my back.“Come away from there and let me seal us up,” Edward said breathlessly after he litthe last torch.I walked over to a chair and sat down at the table as Edward proceeded to roll a biground stone in front of the hole.“Amazing how the hole seems to be able to deflect rain and snow, as if there wassome kind of barrier.” Edward blurted suddenly as he stood proudly in front of thenow closed hole.He had his hands on his hips and looked as if he was beaming proudly at his son forwinning first place in a bear wrestling competition.“I did the angling and design of the entrance to make it so it could be left open toventilate even in the worst of weather.”Edward had an annoying habit of over-praising himself for even the smallest thingshe did.
 
He looked like he had completely forgotten the long, freezing walk we had to makein order to get here.Maybe I should have tried being more narcissistic, it was like he would have beenable to cure himself of cancer just by designing a hole in a wall and thencongratulating himself for it.Edward came and sat down next to me and said “Do you like our altar? Good thing itwas so close. We do Black Masses in here.”Edward was a Satanist, he and a group of other people came here to ask Satan forthings. Possessions they wished to have, good fortune for themselves or theirfamily, to put curses on their enemies, financial gain, etc.“Yeah it’s pretty nice. Decently big.” I was not all there; I think my brain had frozenduring the walk.Edward and I were on our way to my sister’s house to visit for Christmas.I was driving, with Edward riding shotgun. We were on the highway, it was 9 o’clockat night and the roads were dangerously icy.We were essentially in the middle of nowhere (Edward had this altar here so itcouldn’t really be considered nowhere.)We were driving along at around 30 mph due to the ice and snow, when a deer ranacross the road and I swerved slightly to avoid it, I began to slide sideway andfinally started spinning off of the road. The car finally met the grass, but not before the back of the right side met a treeand they exchanged hateful words with each other. The car was un-driveable, and the lights of civilization were nowhere to be found onthe horizon.Edward, after overcoming the shock, realized the tree we hit was a landmark tosignify where to turn off and find the altar, so we made our way there.Neither of our cell phones could find a signal so the altar was our only option untilwe could find one.“After I warm up a bit I’m going to go and search for a signal.” Edward saidsuddenly, startling me out of my blank, brain-dead stare.“Good idea, we’ll take turns.” I farted through my dry throat; the mouth breathing Ihad to do on the way over here due to my runny nose had made my throatunbearably dry.We sat and talked a bit about what we were going to do, and about how worried mysister was going to be before he finally got up to go signal searching outside.“I’ll be back in a few; I can’t stay out there too long.” With that, he rolled the dooropen and slid outside, I got up and shut it behind him.I sat back down and thought about my sister some more, about how worried sheprobably was, we should have already been there an hour ago.After about 10 minutes there was a frantic knocking on the stone door, I arose andslid it open.Edward dove in like an action hero, he rolled onto his back and looked up at me. Hiseyes were huge and his face was whiter than the fresh snow that covered his shirt.

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