The Diary

It was the evening of the harvest moon when my best friend Ginny and I grabbed an old Ouija board and followed the path through the woods, across the cornfield to the abandoned root cellar. We were warned, "Whatever you do, don’t go in the root cellar. No one will find you, EVER!" My grandfather would say. In our innocence we were just going to contact the spirits, a child's innocent game. Or so we thought...

The clouds blew in and the sky drew dark earlier than expected. We decided to play the game at the entrance of the cellar. There wasn't enough light to see once we got inside. I laid the board on the dirt floor, moved the arrow to the center, and we placed our fingertips on it.  I asked the question, "Is the Horseman's spirit here?" Nothing happened. We only heard the howling of the wind through the leaves. We asked together, "Is the Horseman's spirit present?" A strange fog began to seep through the cracks of the door. We started to laugh. A nervous laugh, because we would never admit to each other we were really scared. Again we beckoned, "Are there any spirits here?" A strong gust of wind blew open the cellar door and with a crash of thunder we tumbled inside...

I'm hidden deep inside the root cellar. There are monsters that live down here. It's dark and damp and I can't find Ginny! I thought the legend of the Headless Horseman's army of hollowmen was just folklore.  They are real! They dwell underground during the day and emerge to feed at night. They drown their prey and return to the root cellar to feed. Please help us! I know, I know, my grandfather said "no one would find us ever!"