The Church Cellar
In the small town of Stull, Kansas, there once stood an old one room chapel on top of a hill, surrounded by graves. Beside the church was a cellar that was very difficult to find, as its doors had grass grown upon them. In front of it church was great tree that was always bare. None of the towns members could recall ever having seen a leaf upon its branches.
In the towns earliest years, well before the civil war, there were several farming families that lived there. The minister’s daughter had fallen madly in love with a boy from nearby, but had her heart broken when that young man was discovered to have impregnated a certain flirtatious townsgirl. The two were married, and all the while the reverend’s daughter saw them, happy together, and her hatred brewed until after 9 months of painful endurance, that despise boiled over. Shortly after the young couples child was born the minister’s daughter went to their house.
They greeted her cheerfully but noticed, all too late, how she eyed the child blood-thirstily. She slit the throats of those two who’d made her life so miserable and then dragged their bodies, along with the newborn child, up the hill to the church. She put the bodies in the cellar and left the baby there, between their bodies, to starve to death. She locked the cellar shut and hung herself on the tree in front of the church. The bodies in the cellar were not found for three weeks.
From that day on leaves never grew on that tree. If you walk the graveyard late at night you can just hear the sound of a baby’s chilling cry. The towns people burnt down the tree many years ago, in the hopes of putting the ministers daughter’s spirit to rest. And more recently the church collapsed onto itself, burying the already difficult to find cellar.
Many have looked for its doors, but the few who have found them and ventured beneath its depths have seldom returned, with the exception of a few who came back to the sunlight after 3 weeks beneath- starved nearly to death and covered in blood that was not their own.
The Church Cellar,
this is more sad than creepy… i have a baby son and thinking of a poor starving baby is more than i can bear!
Poor baby
I aggree
Agreed.
Hello.
This is Beauty.
Hello mr.Welldone how’re you?
Hello. Where is the Beast?
O.o Wow. That’s heavy. More sad then creepy.
I liked this one, the writing wasn’t amazing but they know how to tell a story
This is funny, because yesterday iread an article on Stull, and it said that Stull is supposed to be a gateway to hell
Isn’t exactly an original idea. I like it, though. It reads like older horror stories.
i have 4 siblings under 10 yrs old
not cool
scary pasta Q.Q
O.O I kinda want to go.
BUT WHO WAS BLOOD???????
just kidding,really though,whos blood was it????
I think it got a little bit silly, like at the end where people have gone down for three weeks.
It needs some editing, but overall it was a good read.
Om nom nom nom nom. The baby is still alive.
Mr. Welldone you lie.
‘Blood-thirstily’? Pfft.
How did she manage to carry two corpses and a baby? How did she manage to string herself up in the same night, without her reverend parents missing her?
Well I quite liked it….I didn’t find it too suspenseful, and that would have been nice, but it was a good story.
I agree with Mr. Welldone. It is beauty. Point blank period.
Exquisite post.
I agree with Jennycat.
To me, this isn’t particularly scary. It’s just really, really sad.
forgive me…but i didn’t like this.
it was morbid, but that’s not why i didn’t like it. i really don’t know why actually.
to be driven to kill the one that she loved. she probably just stalked him from afar and he never spoke to her.
also, no one saw her drag 2 bodies and a baby? and how would they not check the cellar?
i feel a bit sorry for her really.
sad thought…
This one is kinda good.
That baby is safe. I saved him.
The last paragraph feels a little tacked-on.
@ Anon
They tend to. Someone always wants to add a “and this happens when you visit this place!!11″ line that never quite fits. It’s become almost obligatory, which is a shame. However, when well executed they add excellent flavor.
Good story in general.
Meh, not really well done just ok, this one bothered due to it’s lack of logical progression: “They greeted her cheerfully but noticed, all too late, how she eyed the child blood-thirstily. She slit the throats of those two who’d made her life so miserable and then dragged their bodies, along with the newborn child, up the hill to the church.”
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It’s makes little sense to write she eyes the child bloodthirstily then have she kill the parents. She must be quite muscular to drag 2 corpses and a live baby up a hill. No wonder why the boy didn’t like her.
whoa, 25 comments without a single “THEN WHO WAS CHURCH” or shit.
dont really like the story though
Oh, let me rectify.
THEN WHO WAS CHURCH?
I sincerely apologise for this error.