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True Scary Story: The Incident With the Sword

Updated on April 10, 2012

The phone was ringing. No one else was home at the moment. “Hello.”

“Is this Monique?”

It was for me anyway, “Hi AJ” I said.

“What’s up,” he said. “Ben just told me that you guys broke up.”

“Well…not that it’s really any of your business…it’s not like anything bad happened…we’re still friends… not as close as friends as you and me…he just couldn’t handle my ideas about supernatural phenomenon or other deep conversational topics,” I rambled.

“Yeah, he doesn’t like to talk much,” AJ agreed. “It’s strange that I’m two years younger than you and we get along so well.”

“Hmmm, well I can’t say that I would want to switch brothers to see if I picked the wrong one to date if that’s what you’re trying to hint at,” I stated. I am a junior after all. Dating a freshman would be social suicide, even if he is almost six feet tall already.

“Awww, no I wouldn’t want to ruin our beautiful friendship,” he teased.

“You’re just messing with me now,” I retorted.

“Okay, okay I just wanted to make sure you weren’t too upset or anything,” said AJ. “Ben wasn’t saying much as usual and since it sounds like it was mutual and neither of you is too traumatized then I’ll drop it. Do you want to hear what Mark and I did?”

“Thanks so much for your heartfelt sympathy,” I said, “by all means let’s hear what you two scoundrels have been doing.”

“A few days ago we went out to Fortville…”

“WHAT!” I interrupted. Fortville is a township that was abandoned back in the late 1800’s. It’s one of those places chock full of urban legend about being haunted.

“Yeah, yeah…save it” he continued. “We decided to check out one of the abandoned houses that’s farther out in the woods, one of those that no one ever goes to. We looked all over the house. It had strange writing all over the walls and stuff like spells or something. We found this really old trunk. The lock was rusted so we broke it. We found a bunch of old worthless stuff except one thing, an old broad sword, a real broad sword that even looks like it has caked blood on it. Cool huh?”

“COOL!” I shouted. “Ugh, you really ask for it sometimes, AJ.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You shouldn’t mess with places like that,” I said. “You just never know what can happen and I’ve told you about my feelings on Fortville. You didn’t bring anything home with you did you?
“Um, well…” AJ dawdled. “We took the sword with us.”

“Oh for crying out loud!” I yelled. “ Do you have it or does Mark?”

“Well…Mark was scared of it…” he admitted. “So I brought it home”

I sighed. I was thinking to myself, a find like this must always be brought home, don’t you agree, can’t be helped? “Whatever, I gotta go,” I said. “Call me soon, okay.”

“Alright,” he said. “I’m glad you and Ben are both okay.”

“Thanks, AJ,” I said. “Bye.”


Two days later, AJ and Ben showed up at my house about 7:30 p.m. It was Saturday. They walked into my living room and sat on the couch, one on either side of me. They did not speak for 10 minutes. They were very pale and appeared very freaked out.

Ben started. “Christian Death” he said. “Can you (f*bj^ai) believe it?!” I thought he was being a little morose, but he was referring to one of his punk albums titled “Christian Death”.

AJ started rambling “It was all torn up! Everything all torn up! The whole entire room! Everything! Everything!”

“Slow down!” I said. “Both of you! What the hell is going on!”

“Hell is coming after us Monique, you have to help,” said Ben.

“What?!” I exclaimed. “Neither of you are making any sense. Can you please tell me what is going on?”

“The sword, Monique,” sighed AJ. “It was the sword.”

It started to become clear… “Oh shit” I whispered. “Look, why don’t you tell me what exactly happened.”

“Mom called us in for dinner,” AJ said, “and we were only in the house for fifteen minutes and-and, well our bungalow was destroyed, not vandalized like you would think some punk kids would do. It was like some big hand picked up the whole room and picked it up, shook it, and put it back down. The final touch was that the Ben’s records had been flipped through until the title “Christian Death”.

“Well what are you going to do Monique?” asked Ben.

“Me!” I exclaimed. “What do you expect me to do?”

“You’re always going on about ghosts” he continued, “and relatives who do tarot readings and stuff, I thought you might know how to fix this.”

“Well, if you’re adventurous little brother here” I started to raise my voice, “would have heeded my warnings about exploring Fortville…never mind.” I lowered my voice. My issues with Ben didn’t need to be brought up now. “I don’t know how to fix things like this. I have never really experienced anything like it first hand. It might help to have more people around though. Let’s call the gang and see who’s not too busy to give some moral support. Obviously we’re going to have to go back to your house.”

We all had a feeling of dread about that. We called all of our friends and surprisingly no one was busy for a Saturday night. Everyone was going to be able to meet us by 9:00. Fortunately, Ben and AJ’s parent’s had plans out for the evening and would not be home until very late. We had a snack and started the walk back to their bungalow. They had to share it, but what a teenage boy’s dream, to have their own pad, even if it was behind their parent’s house!

We met everyone outside and chatted until everyone arrived. Then AJ told everyone what happened. Having “alternative” music and “punk” music listening friends doesn’t necessarily make them any more open minded to “alternative” ideas about social, cultural, or spiritual viewpoints. We had skeptics and others who were happy to have something exciting to do on a Saturday night that would make for a good story to tell. Frankly not one of the lot actually believed them. No matter, there is still power in numbers. It was time to go in.

“Well, (s*&t), AJ” said Paul, “are you gonna show us this freak house or what?”

“Hey man,” said Ben, “this is no joke.”

I couldn't help but think…after dissing me for so long…how ironic, that he should be so indignant now.

AJ pulled Ben aside. “I think we should take Monique in first,” he whispered, “and figure out what happened and what we’re going to do. It’s clear that these boneheads are not going to be much help. I mean I’m glad there all here, but no one believes us and Mark was too chicken to show.”

“Yeah,” said Ben, “Okay.”

The three of us went in first. It was a poltergeist to the extreme, like I had never heard of anywhere, ever. There was no way real people could have come in and done it. All clothes and other possessions had been tossed randomly all over the room. The drawers were pulled out. Knick-knacks were knocked over. And just like they told me, Christian Death was showing. The mess was unbelievable. Then, I immediately hear what seemed to be a thousand voices shouting in my head at one time “GET OUT”. They keep repeating it. “GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!” It was entirely overwhelming. I had never felt anything so powerful in my short life. I felt immediately nauseous. I had to leave the room and I started crying.

I stepped outside. I had to hold it together. I can’t be a drama queen in front of these people plus Ben and AJ are counting on me. What can I do? Well I am NOT walking back in there that’s for sure!

“Are you okay?!” AJ asked. He came out right behind me.

“Fine,” I said. “I just needed some air.”

Ben came out too. Some of the other went in and we could hear the ooh’s and aah’s and other comments, including expletives.

“You can’t fool me, Monique” he said. “Come over here, let’s talk.” He pulled me over to a log in the yard and we sat down. He put his arm around me. I was shivering now.

I told him what I experienced in the room. I could see Ben watching the others. He looked nauseous too.

“What does it mean?” AJ asked.

“I don’t know” I said, “but we have to get rid of the sword.”

“How?” he asked, “How can we destroy it? You can’t burn those things. It’s real. They have to me melted at two-thousand degrees or something.”

“The cliff,” I said. “Your part of the beach is cliff, not beach like mine, we can throw it over. I don’t know if it will really work or not, but I remember reading somewhere that it’s a good idea to dispose of evil things in water.” I so wanted to go home right now.

“Well, what if it’s worth money or something?” asked AJ.

“I will beat you senseless if you don’t do what she says!!” said Ben, who has come over and been listening to our conversation for the last few minutes.

“Not if I kill him first!!” I yelled.

“What’s all this about?” said Kandi, who was now approaching.

“Oh nothing,” said AJ, “I was just joking around with these two, you know how sensitive they can be.” He grinned. “Hey, why don’t I go get that sword so we can all take a walk to the cliffs, what do you think?”

“Uh huh,” agreed Ben.

We all walked to the cliffs. It was a clear night. The moon was about three quarter full. Ben flung the sword, since he was the strongest. We watched it fall into the rocks below, though with the sound of the waves, we did not hear it hit the water or rocks. It did go pretty far.

Spirits were high on the way back. I went into the bungalow upon our return. No more voices. Other than the mess, everything felt fine.

Ben pulled me aside. “Um, thanks Monique.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied.

“Look, I am not very good about apologies,” he said, “but I was really bad about putting down your beliefs in some of this stuff and then tonight…”

“Ben,” I said, “this wasn’t the only reason it wasn’t going to work for us. Thanks for saying something. I really appreciate it. It’ll sure make it easier for us to stay really good friends, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” he smiled.

We hugged.

I walked home shortly after. The rest of the gang was starting a thorough cleaning. It would be hard to explain the mess if their mom and dad saw what happened.

I believe the voices I heard were those of the people who had been murdered by the sword. Somehow, they had never been released. I wish I had been older and had more experience when I came across this thing so I could have helped them cross over and find peace. I hope the Pacific did that for them.

The next day I told AJ never to bring any used death weapons home with him EVER AGAIN!!! And that maybe crime was also a BAD idea!


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    • bborrello profile image

      bborrello 5 years ago from Oregon, USA

      Thanks - I'll take a look!

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      callmelife 5 years ago from India

      Amazing horror story. I really need good authors like you for my upcoming project called Emotions&Chiils. Here are the project details and tell me what you think -

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      FireFish 6 years ago

      Realy great story!

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      Sheila Brown 6 years ago from Southern Oklahoma

      Great story! I don't think I would have been brave enough to throw the sword in the ocean. I would probably made them return it to the house. That is really creepy. I don't know how to slept at night after that! Voted up and awesome!

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      Becky Katz 6 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Awesome story, I loved it.