The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Six & Link to the End
This story is part 6 of 6 in the The Story of Her Holding an Orange series.
If you’re just staring to read my experiences with this horror, you should read my other stories first. You can find them here:
Okay guys, a lot has happened since the last time I checked in. Lot of you messaged me asking if I was doing ok. Some of you even went as far as sending me you phone numbers and really reaching out. I thank you for that.
We have not encountered Rose since the last time. Also, we decided to move. I got a decent job on the south of the US and we thought it’d be a good idea to get out of here (any Atl folks, holla at me). My father did go see the priest who baptized me and the story actually become more convoluted, if you can call it that.
Anyways, I got baptized in a church called Ostrog, in Montenegro. Here is the pic of it. I don’t believe in god in any kind of way, but this church is amazing. It was built a long time ago. When the Turkish Empire came to take over, people took it stone by stone and moved it up in the mountain where the Turks couldn’t reach it. It is a magnificent building. Many people of different religions, including Muslims and Buddhists, come to that church in search of a spiritual help. That is the only place I ever felt something “more” than just my non-believer reality.
So, when I was six, my dad decided to baptize me there. Neither of my parents are particularly religious, but my dad fallows traditions, and baptizing kids is one of them. He decided that baptism should be performed at the most famous church in Balkans, Ostrog. You had to schedule it, and demand was so high that I was going to do it with other kids as a part of a group baptism. When we arrived there, and disappointment awaited (at least for my dad, I couldn’t give any less fucks). At the entrance of the church, the priest stopped me.
“You. You cant go in.” He physically stopped me with his hand. Priests in our country wear long black robes and rock long beards. So I was standing there being held by this batman looking dude. My dad jumped in front of me and asked what the problem was.
“You my child (talking to my dad), I know you. I baptized you. I can tell. (He did baptize him 20 years ago or so). But your son, he can not go in here.”
“And why is that?” My dad asked, shocked.
“I cant really tell you, but it is better for us all if he went elsewhere.”
“But why?”
“Son, please, leave. But remember this, don’t dare not baptizing him. You have to.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Nor will you ever. Just do it.”
So my dad took my hand and walked away not knowing what in the fuck was going on. On our way home, he was trying to figure out what happened. He thought that maybe I messed something up, like peed behind the church or something (which sounded like my kind of thing, but I didn’t do it).
When we got home, we got a phone call. It was from that priest. He wanted us to come back. Right away. It was a 35 minute ride back. My dad and I were more confused than ever. We arrived at the church, and all the previous baptisms have been performed already. It was only 3 of us there.
“I decided to baptize your son despite…”
“Despite what?” my dad asked curiously.
“I could not tell you. But it is important we do this fast.”
So we did. I walked in a circle and he went on with his prayers spraying holy water on me. I remember getting bored as hell right before he finally finished. He told us to go away and not to come back unless something out of the ordinary happened to me.
My dad was just glad we got it done. That was 20 years ago. My dad went back there few days ago. Priest was still alive, although retired. He still lived on the church grounds. It took some talking into (and donations) for him to speak up.
I got baptized on February 13th 1992. On the night before my baptism, priest was handling his sheep (back in the day, priests raised sheep and cows and lived mostly off of that) when he saw a figure in the dark. It was strange for someone to stand there that late at night, especially because visits were over and all the clerical staff was already in their designated housing.
“Hey, who is that?” Priest yelled.
“Come, father.” Woman’s voice spoke calmly.
Priest explained that from time to time, he’d get visits from desperate people, begging for blessing or shelter. So he went ahead to see what the woman wanted. He said that when he came there, he saw a woman in white, standing, not moving. She was standing among sheep, but they formed a circle around her, almost like a safe distance. Priest claims that he immediately felt something unholy.
“ What do you want?” he asked in a defensive aggressive voice. At that point he knew it wasn’t a peaceful visitor he was talking to.
“Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will encounter a boy. Just like any other. His name will be Milos. You won’t baptize him.”
Priest told my father that he performed several exorcisms before but he was never actually scared. This time, he felt unsafe.
“You and your kind have no place on this holy ground.”
“My kind, father? What would that be?”
“You, demons.” His voice was cracking in fear.
She laughed. “Demons? I realize you’re a man of cloth, but believing in demons? That takes a lot of faith, father.”
“I want you to leave, now.”
“Listen to me you pity priest. I know who you are. I know what you think. I know you feel my strength. Deny my request, and you’ll never sleep in peace again.”
Then, she left. Rest of the story you know. He refused to baptize me than he changed his mind. Apparently, he told my dad that he’d rather be tormented by an unholy spirit than deny god’s child a chance to connect to Jesus. He also said that he has been paying for it since the day he baptized me.
Every single night for two weeks after he baptized me, he has been seeing a woman in white appear on his window. She’d just stand there, looking at him with hand tilted. No smile though, but only a face of anger. He’d say many prayers but it didn’t seem to affect her. Then, his sheep started dying. There were no wolf marks, no sign of force. Just laying dead. Finally, number of exorcisms skyrocketed. He claims that this was a direct consequence of him disobeying woman’s orders. He even showed an exorcism videotape (they started filming in the chapel in the mid 90s) to my dad. My dad says it was unreal. Apparently a 13-year-old girl came in the chapel with her mom. Her mom was sobbing in tears begging for help. Priest started performing his ritual when the little girl started throwing stuff around. Priest called two young guys who came in to pray that day and asked them to hold her. She kept walking in circles, with two grown men holding her. And right before she fell to her knees, she said “You shouldn’t have done it father.” She was cured.
My dad had more than enough of information thrown at him, but he wanted to know what this woman was. Priest said that he originally thought it was a demon, but a lack of prayer efficiency and her freedom of behavior on the holy ground was concerning. He then thought it was some sort of a cult, witchcraft maybe. The problem is, she has been visiting him on February 13th every year. All the livestock he’d have would die on that day. Any sick person coming for help to the church that day would get worse. Number of possessed people would skyrocket abnormally on the 13th. And at the end of the day, she’d come to the window, no matter where he was. He tried talking to her many times, asking what/who she was. She never responded. She never aged. Priest was finally broken down to the point where he quit. He remained living at the grounds, but he couldn’t do his job anymore. He lost faith. He claimed that the god should’ve protected him. My dad says he may be mentally unstable at this point. He was mentioning something about Morana, whatever that meant. It appears to be a goddess of death in some cultures, but I really think this man has gone mad.
I think that this whole story was jabber of an old man gone senile. Goddesses? Demons? Hardly.
That would be the disappointing story of my baptism. I have not had any encounters with any of them since the last time. I am moving away, hoping it helps. I also decided this: if I encounter them again, I am taking the orange. I cant go on like this forever. I just… can’t.
For the ending of this story, go HERE – it will not be posted on Creepypasta. I feel that the final part is most effective when left at its original source.
Credit To – Milos Bogetic
NOTE: This is the sixth in a series of several popular Reddit posts documenting some seriously creepy experiences. We are publishing them here with express permission of Milos Bogetic aka inaaace, the original poster. The story is in multiple parts, and will be published completely over the next few days – much like what I did with the ‘Bedtime’ series earlier this year. After the stories have all gone up, I’ll edit each post with links to the other parts.
The OP has finished the continuation book that he promised during his successful kickstarter project.
You can find the paperback and Kindle e-book versions here: The Story of Her Holding an Orange by Milos Bogetic – full disclosure: our referral link is included.
I know that this will not be new material for all of you, but for those of you who – like myself – don’t use Reddit, I wanted to post it so that you guys could enjoy it as much as I did after having it brought to my attention. Thanks again to Milos for letting me post it, and enjoy!
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So the book is free via Kindle for one day only (He’s celebrating 3000 likes on his FB page) I’d get it now so you can read the rest of it.
I need to know what happens after he said “I took it”
-Randomly comes across story with weird title
-Starts reading for fun
-Story gets pretty interesting
-Shoots self at reading the ending
Has anyone actually bought the book to make sure that really is the end or is it really one of those things where they don’t tell us the ending to get us to buy the book? I’m not wasting my time or money to buy it.
Wow. The Story was brilliant, but I absolutely HATED the ending!
Awful! Poorly written, full of swearing because the author’s vocabulary is limited. Terrible ending and mundane plot. I don’t know how these have rated so highly.
He asks about his Baptism then dismisses it as nothing. He becomes bored with the people that are following him where as I think most people would be terrified.
The police in almost any country would’ve taken finger prints if someone broke into their apartment.
The girlfriend and the grandmother thing seemed to be purely to extend the length of the story rather than add depth.
There are far better Pastas on this site, in fact some of those that are rated only two or three stars are better than this.
Summary:
So this one time I was on this balcony in Europe, and my mom walked inside and dis creepy biotch offered me an orange. I took that shit. It was cray delicious.
I will get the book and boy oh boy, I hope that she doesn’t visit me. I am someone that believes in spirits and something of the sort OTL
maybe he died after he took the orange leaving the story untold am i right?
Fuck you. Enough said :3
Is it worth buying the book? I want to know what happens!
Are you KIDDING ME.? I just spent HOURS reading that and searching for the ending…and it’s just “I took it” holy jesus. MAJOR let down.!
Why have you forsaken me child. you shall not eat anything that lucifer acknowledges you. For if you do, you will be condemed by evil spirits, you and her will be tortured by these damned spirits. Read this in the Bible; Psalm 1. It will answer some of you question’s. Ask and you will recieve. my child but believe in me.
oh my god, so i read all 1-6 of Milos stories today and i just find out in the end he “took it!” i was shitting myself wondering what was gonna happen and it all just comes to this! -___- come on! /:
I laughed so hard.
I took it
It was delicious.
Tell us more what’s happens since u took it !!
Tell us more what’s happens since u took it !!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, don’t take the orange. Seriously; that is what she wants. Just don’t do it. She said you would, but you still have free will. Don’t take the orange! I might do some research on symbolism of what oranges mean, but before you know anything just dont take it. But the orange probably has some sort of poison in it. Or as my friend was thinking; maybe it posseses you to be like them when you eat it. That might explain why there is more than one antagonist. (I am a teen author, so I kind of have a knack for finding out different possible scenarios.) If anything else happens, tell me. If you have a kik, mine is gilda_glaceon and toxic_series. (if I don’t respond to one just try the other.) But I might be able to help, so yeah…
Calm down, It’s fake.
I wonder if the orange has anything to do with the nursery rhyme “Oranges and Lemons”… A theory on the rhyme is that it stands for child sacrifice… Find out what the orange means… don’t worry too much on the person holding it as creepy as they are, the orange could possibly give you a clue on who “Rose” is…
I’m very disappointed with the ending, as it seems it’s only leading up to buying his book. I loved the story up until the ending, it’s was an amazing journey whilst reading it – but the ending is a big no-no for me. Probably I’ll wait a few days/weeks, until someone reads the book and can post it on the internet what the ending is all about. Because I don’t feel like it’s fair to lure your readers in to buying a book by keeping the ending a secret. Bad boy!
Seriously? I spent all my free time reading this for I Took It?! All of that build up for nothing?! It’s not even creepy anymore…Maybe I’ll read the book some time XP Although that was quite a good story!
I really hate to say it… but, after all of that that’s happened, I’d take the fucking orange too. I have to say, I’ve seen official ancient paintings of what people have visioned Morana to look like… and she… wears a white dress… long black hair… and when she is seen… she is known to… brace yourselves… hold an orange. And the Bogetic family ( Milos’s family name) was most of the people who had visions, or weird dreams that included Morana. Face is Milos, you’re dealing with a goddess of death
I thought this story was just amazing, it seems kinda like a terrifying movie I feel bad for you I hope your life is better now and you don’t have to encounter that anymore your a trooper man. Much love
Wait, so I have to buy the book to find out the ending? Ugh, a guy has to pay the bills somehow I guess.
dude! the fact that you did not post the ending and decided instead to write it in a book just makes this whole thing look like some kind of ploy to get rich or some kind of whatever to sell your book… I wish you had stuck to writing it here or on reddit…
anyway, in the slim chance that this whole thing is true, I hope you’re well and have found a solution.
So basically it was all one big advertisement to get us to buy his book. -.-
Or it looks that way to me. After all the build up I was actually expecting something interesting, not a shitty ending like that.
exactly what I thought, a lot of people are gonna buy the book to know what happened…
Overall, this feels like a brilliantly written storyline, but with the random occurrences of a small child’s mad lib.
Does the book have a better ending than this?
I just like to say im fucking 12 and i think I’ve seen”Rose” yeah one night i saw her…no orange looks likemaybe a 12-14 year old shes like wearing a torn up WHITE dress and is pale but she just staring at the ground firt i think she has brownnhair but notice it darker i did catch any details cause i simply run the the comfort of the living room until i get some courage to get a peek(i got it while talking to some the ONLY other person on clash of clans) i look and at first i think shes walking to my parents room but i notice shes actually FUCKING walking in to my room!!!!!Funny that my mom brother hearsabout a missionary earlier maybe a month ago and goes there and stuff(before i see “Rose) And that night my sister and my mom go to the missionarie and im left alone at home with my 7 year old brother …thts the night i see her……..and ive havent seen her since maybe cause we got the the exorsismed?(Missionaries/moms idea)Maybe bevause we have a missionairie well i dont know so fuck ROSE!
P.S Ive read all of the parts(Arent able to read ending)
-xCraftyx
I’m pretty sure I wrote better than this when I was twelve.