Midnight ghosts

Many moons ago, in a small village, there stood an ancient church with a graveyard shrouded in eerie legends that no one had dared enter at midnight. It was Halloween night, and the full moon cast an ominous glow over the tombstones. A group of brave friends gathered in the graveyard, daring each other to spend the night among the silent souls.

As the clock struck midnight, a chilling mist began to rise from the ground. The air turned cold, and the friends huddled together in fear. In the distance, they heard faint whispers, like the voices of the departed, carried on the wind.

Suddenly, the church’s bell tolled, but there was no one near it. Panic set in as the ground beneath them rumbled, and ancient tombstones began to shift. From the graves, shadowy figures emerged, dressed in tattered burial clothes – restless spirits of those who had been buried there.

The friends, paralyzed with fear, watched as the apparitions approached. The lead spirit, a ghostly figure with hollow eyes whispered “set us free”, as it raised a skeletal hand, pointing toward a crypt that had not been opened in centuries. The lid slowly creaked open, revealing a yawning darkness within.

With no other option, the friends, trembling with fear, entered the crypt. Inside, they found an old, dusty book. As they opened it, the spirits whispered the tale of their tragic demise, seeking closure for their restless souls. Inside, they found the words that the tormented souls had been looking for – a spell to set them free.

**The Liberation Incantation**

“In the shadow of the moon, under the night’s shroud,
With empathy, we break the ethereal shroud.
Release these souls from their timeless plight,
Grant them peace, and end their endless night.

By the power of compassion, we implore,
Open the sealed tomb’s ancient door.
Let the spirits find freedom and release,
So they may depart in tranquil peace.

As we speak these words, let the spirits go,
To a place where their souls may finally soar.
May this act bring them solace and closure,
In the name of kindness and their final exposure.”

With the story told, the spirits slowly faded away, and the ground ceased to shake. The friends, having listened to the spirits’ sorrowful tales, closed the crypt and left the graveyard, never to return. From that day on, the church graveyard was known as a place where the spirits found peace on Halloween night, and the village held its breath, waiting for the next generation of brave souls to face the eerie tale of that fateful night.