Horror stories（45 minutes）Don't listen at night

Опубликовано: 16 Май 2025
на канале: Cool Sport

Horror stories（45 minutes）Don't listen at night
Get ready to be spooked with 45 minutes of horror stories - but beware, don't listen at night! These chilling tales will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Get ready for 45 minutes of bone-chilling horror stories that you definitely shouldn't listen to at night. Grab a friend and press play if you dare...
Get ready for 45 minutes of horror stories that you definitely shouldn't listen to at night. These spine-chilling tales will keep you on the edge of your seat!
Everyone knew that Elias would die young. His life was cursed from the beginning. When he was only seven years old, his existence was already marked by death and chaos. He watched his mother Grace get murdered by his step-father Tim. He strangled the woman with his bare hands and when she was finally dead he picked up a large kitchen knife and proceeded to stab himself in the chest multiple times until he died of blood loss. Elias locked himself in his room and when he came out the police were already taking her away in a body bag. It’s no coincidence our first album, “Body Bag EP” was called just that. In the early days Blasphemous Requiem started as a garage band. Elias met our drummer, Trill, at our highschool and the two started dropping DMT at Trills house and experimenting with guitars and amps.

The first time I went to a black metal show is where I met Elias. We saw a band called Unholy Entrails play at some abandoned factory in New Jersey. Cherry Hill was our hometown. I’ll never forget it. The band was screaming guttural noises and it was the first time I’d ever been exposed to that type of music. Before I listened to faggy bands like Rush and Pink Floyd. I thought their music was complex from a technical perspective and therefore superior. The factory, which we had broken into, was a vast landscape of abandoned industrial city. It had been a cookie factory back in the nineties, but had been abandoned for close to thirty years. We used a platform as our stage and the band lit the entire place up using candles and LED lights and smoke machines. No one could hear the noise. It was that cut off from the rest of the city. The first time I laid eyes on Elias he jumped up on the stage and mutilated himself with a broken beer bottle and screamed into the microphone “Kill for Satan!” He then proceeded to jump off the stage causing the people to catch him to be covered in his blood. I watched from a distance sipping my beer. When he finally made his way through the crowd, he made his way to another isolated part of the factory and I followed him along with Trill.

“How sick was that?” Elias says to Trill.

“We gotta get you to a hospital man. You’ll need a tetanus shot.“

“Tetanus is for metal poisoning, you coward.“

“Regardless, it doesn’t look healthy. Might need to amputate that shit.” I say, revealing myself from the shadows.

I emerge from a dark point in the building and we lock eyes for the first time.

“What are you, a fucking doctor?” says Elias.

“No. Just a concerned observer.” I say. “I saw what you did. Pretty try-hard…”Elias grabs a blade from his back pocket and starts walking towards me until Trill jumps in front of him and holds him back.

My name is Mike, but you can just call me Raven” I smile.

“What’s your talent then, Raven?” Trill says to me.

“I’m a singer, well I try to be.”

Elias looks at Trill then back to me suggesting some sparks are coming together. He has an idea on his mind.

“What is it?” I ask.

“We’re starting a band. Well, we don’t have a bass player yet, but I do lead guitar and Trill here is a drummer.” “That’s fun.” I say sarcastically, sipping my beer.

“It’s not fun.” Elias says. “We take our music seriously, dickhead.” “Can you actually play your instruments? I don’t mean to be condescending but it comes off that way.“Kind of.” says Trill. “Well to be honest, not really…” “Call me when you can.” I take out a pen and write down my number and give it to Elias.

That was the start of it. The Band’s formation. We got a bassist some months later. Some kid name Necro. Elias found him one night when he was walking the empty graveyard by himself at midnight. He was getting drunk in the cemetery when he saw some kid who went to his rival school throw an egg at him as a joke. The two initially got into it, but Elias stopped fighting him when he realized they were both there for the same reason. They had both gotten kicked out of their houses. Elias called him Necro because he assumed the only reason he was there was because he was digging up corpses to fuck. I wouldn’t put it past him. I never got along with Necro. The kid just smelled funny twenty-four-seven. I suppose that’s a dumb reason to hate someone, but it was the truth. You can only tolerate the smell of shit so long until you want to stomp it out. But this morning I’m getting a call from him and there’s worry in his voice. “Elias is gone man.” He says.