{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\f0\fs32\par Victims of Necromancy\par \fs20\par \fs24 Prelude\fs20\par \fs24 Bad magic\fs20\par \pard\par \tab Cold and dark. Those two words perfectly described that night. It was 10:00 at the old Carlson Abby cemetary. A frigid breeze swept the area, and the moon hid behind thick storm clouds. The church in front of the cemetary had been abandoned for decades, as evidenced by the boarded up windows and waist high grass. Cold and dark also described the man standing under the wrought-iron arch which led into the cemetary. Lazarus Crane was an olive skinned man with a mane of dark hair and a severe expresion permenantly set on his face. He was once the leader of a small and evil religious sect that met here. Was, until a failed attempt to summon a demon. Lazarus had planned to summon a demon and use it to slowly put the town under their control. Several of the acolytes were injured, and one was nearly killed. The groups' trust in their leader was so shaken that they disbanded entirely after the incident, leaving Crane alone with his madness.\par \tab "Pathetic cowards! How could they expect to achieve greatness without taking any risks!" He muttered to himself as he entered the cemetary. "I'll show them!" Lazarus thought. He could control this town with or without thier help. Clutching an ancient tome of spells, he made his way to the heart of the cemetary. Crane could not summon a powerful demon without the help of others, but there was still plenty he could conjure alone. The plan was to summon a small group of ghosts to act as supernatural spies, enforcers, and possibly to possess a town official or two. With this in his mind he arrived at the tall hill in the center of the cemetary, overlooking most of the grim property. Lazaraus Crane was certain that he was about to change his life completely. Opening his book of spells to the proper page, he began reading aloud slowly in a language no longer used by any civilization on earth. \par \tab As the lone man read the night seemed to come alive as magic incantations filled the air. the earth became shrouded with a dense fog, and somewhere nearby a wolf howled. After the spell was completed Lazarus could hear moaning from all around him. "The spirits are awakening!" He thought. Suddenly he felt something grab his leg. Looking down he saw only fog swirling around his shins. He looked down in shock until the hand yanked on him sharply, pulling his leg into the ground up to his knee. As Crane tried to pull himself out a sharp pain shot through his leg. The thing that had hold of him had just bit him! Writhing in pain Lazarus' mind put the peices together and realized what had happened. He had not brought spirits back to the world of the living, he had brought the dead back to life. He had turned the cemetary into a hoard of zombies. The ground began to stir as another hand reached up to pull Lazarus down. Hurriedly he tried again in vain to correctly execute the spell. His frantic mind managed to begin the spell again, properly pronouncing everything. Lazarus never finished his second attempt, as more hands dragged him down and undead teeth bit into his leg, finally toppling the man. His last act on earth was even worse than creating a cemetery full of zombies. He successfully conjured several dark spirits but did ot fiish the spell, which would have bound them to his will. Now as he lay dying there was also a group of evil entities unleashed.\par \par \pard\qc\fs24 Chapter 1\par Dare \par \pard\fs20\par \tab Sixteen year-old Stacy Daniels was on her way to Carlson Abby cemetary. It was 10:30 and her parents had finally gone to bed. Stacy had been dared by a bunch of her girlfriends to visit the Cemetary alone that night. It was something of a rite of passage for the kids in town. There were stories that one grave site in particular was haunted. The dare was to go alone and find this grave. Once there she had to take the dagger which the girls had provided, and stick it in the ground in front of the grave as proof that she was there. So here the short teen was, walking through the chill night air, wishing she had worn something warmer than her pajama tank top and cotton pajama pants. As soon as she was sure her parents were asleep she had quickly climbed out her window and down the isolated street. In her rush however, she had not put a bra on. Now, walking briskly down the back road leading to the cemetary Stacy wished she had worn one. After a few more minutes she arrived at the old church, dagger in hand. Making her way past the weeds and tall grass to the rear of the building. She stood in front of the cemetary and looked for the grave she needed to mark. There was a low fog encompasing the area, but she eventually spotted the right one. She walked down into the dip in the land where the grave was, noticing how the fog rose to nearly her knees as she went down hill. She stood in front of the grave now, and nervously got down on one knee so she could inbed the blade in the earth. Not wanting to prolong her stay in this creepy place, Stacy drove the dagger down in front of the tombstone. Satisfied with her work she started to get up, but before she could stand a grey hand emerged from the soil and grabbed her right hand. Stacy screamed and frantically tried to wrench her hand away. Pulling with all her strength the girl only managed to loose her footing and fall on her back on the grave. With her right hand still held, now over her head, Stacy had a hard time trying to get up. Before she could manage it a second hand exploded from the ground and reached for her left hand. Finding her left wrist it clamped down pinning both hands above her head now. The teenager struggled, but could not free herself from her subterrainian captor. Soon Stacy began hearing groaning and the sound of soil churning as more zombies began to stir. Fearing for her life she pulled harder against the firm grip which had her. The area near Stacys' feet was also coming alive with movement. Two more zombies were pulling themselves out of the ground, but could not seem to free their legs. Seeing the flailing girl, the undead lunged towards the peice of living flesh. Each grabbed for the only part of the girl they could reach. Rotting arms fully outstretched they found an ankle apeice. Stacy had been so focused on freeing her hands that she had not seen the two creatures at her feet. Now her legs were bound as well, spread slightly wider than shoulder width apart. By now Stacy was really freaking out. She thrashed around on the ground, but did not manage to dislodge any of the hands. By this time the zombies at her feet and pulled themselves out of the soil another few inches, and one could reach a free hand further up Stacys' body. It travelled up her leg to her thigh, and found the top of her thin pants. It began to pull the pants down towards itself, causing Stacy to scream in fear and buck her hips in an attempt to get that particularly offensive hand off of her body. The thing pulled so hard that the right seam of the pants ripped near the top, causing them to slide down to her ankles as the zombie continued pulling. The thing was driven by the basest part of it's brain, the only part that still worked at all. Motor skills, and the drives to eat and fuck. Right now it was torn between these two instincts. Deciding it wasn't too hungry it reached up again to uncover what it wanted. Stacy knew she was about to be in even deeper trouble.\par \tab What Stacy didn't know was that her little sister Samantha had followed her out of the house that night. Samantha knew the reason her sister had snuck out, and had asked if she could go with her. As usual, her sister had refused. Samantha was beginning to believe Stacy pushed her away so people wouldn't compare the two sisters. At fourteen, Samantha was already more developed than her older sister. Her breasts her already a C-cup, and they'd only been growing for a year and a half. While her hips weren't quite filled out as much as Stacys' were, her butt was every bit as round and sexy. Despite how grown-up she appeared, Samantha was continually belittled by her sibling. Well not this time. Tonight she refused to be tossed aside. \par \tab When she got to the church she lost her nerve for only a moment. The whole area looked like something out of a horror movie. A dense fog had rolled in; the ruined church and ghostly graveyard beyond screamed "Go away". but the young girl did not go away, but rather strode into the property as confidently as she could. Once past the church building she began to hear odd noises, almost like an animal moving around in the bushes. Except this seemed to be coming from several directions at once. From the bushes to her left a figure emerged. Samantha was about to approach the person when the moonlight illuminated him. The pale light revealed a disfigured man who was wearing tattered clothes and had several viscious open wounds on his face. His skin was grey, and on closer inspection she saw his left arm below the elbow was hanging by a piece of flesh. she screamed and turned away from him. Before she could run away more figures emerged from the shadows, blocking the way she'd come. The only direction she could go was deeper into the cemetary, or into the church. Logically her mind sought to put a wall between herself and the creatures. Samantha bolted for the church, seeing a door near the back of the building, she prayed it was unlocked. she reached the door at full speed and grabbed for the rusted knob. It didn't move as she tried it, sending her into a panic. Thankfully the zombies seemed to shamble along at quite a slow pace, giving her time to try and continue to force the door open. After turning the handle as hard as she could, it eventually gave way and she rushed into the building, slamming the door behind her. \par \tab Once inside she looked for something to block the door. there was a bench nearby so the girl dragged it over to the door. It wasn't much, but it might at least slow them down. Soon she heard pounding in front of her, telling her the zombies had reached the door. At first nothing happened. But as more zombies joined the effort the door slowly began to move, pushing the bench away. Samantha felt panic set in again as she searched for something else to throw against the door. Seeing nothing that she could readily move, she bolts for another door that she sees in the corner. She ran through the doorway and shut the heavy wooden door behind her, the sound of zombies entering the church behind her. The door had a large iron bolt lock, which she pushed into place. She also found a board laying in the dark space and used it to try and brace the door further. She backed away then, hearing the monsters shuffling up to the door. They pounded on the door, but miraculously it seemed to be holding. Samantha turned around to see where she had trapped herself. She fumbled around the walls for a lightswitch, and was truly surprised when she actually found one. She flipped it on, and a dim light flickered somewhere ahead of her, revealing a staircase leading down. Having nowhere else to go, and hoping for an alternate route out of the building, she descended the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs where the light was flickering she surveyed her surroundings. The cellar had dirt walls and wooden and stone supports holding up the church floor above. She walked around the room, and found only one small window as a possible escape path. She made her way towards it, but stopped before she reached it. A zombie had wandered up to the window and was blocking it. Its' head drooped forward a bit, and it spotted her. She backed away from the window as it dropped to it's knees and looked as if it was going to climb in the window. Samantha grabbed a nearby peice of pipe and turned to face the window again. The window had no glass, but the zombie still seemed to be having troubles entering. It was then she noticed the lower portion of the zombies' left arm was hanging limp. It was the same zombie from outside! She jabbed the pipe at the zombie just as it got it's head and shoulders awkwardly into the opening. The pipe hit the skin on the things' chest and broke through, sending a gush of black blood onto the windowsill. the zombie was knocked back only slightly though, and didn't seem to be bothered by it's wound. The only thing the attack had done was to jar the things' arm enough that it finally lost it's battle to stay attatched and fell to the floor of the cellar. Samantha pulled the pipe back and prepared to thrust again. Before she could the thing moaned urgently and threw itself forward, and fell ungracefully throught the window. It drew itself up to it's feet as she stared in shock. It took a step towards her and she backed away to match. It went like this, the girl holding the pipe like a bat, as she backed away in circles from her pursuer. Finally it lunged at her and she ducked out of the way, immediately turning to strike it. By sheer luck she hit it on the one place it could be harmed, its' head. The blow landed square on it's temple, crushing the side of its' head in. It collapsed in a heap in front of her. She dropped the pipe and returned to the window, being careful to check for more intruders. There seemed to be no other threats. \par \tab "They must all be upstairs in the church." she said to herself. She grabbed the sides of the window and prepared to pull herself up. But the dirt under the window caved in as she tried to brace her feet on it, and she tumbled backwards onto the floor. Now where there had been a wall there was now a ramp. This was a small ray of sunshine in a dark situation to the girl. She started crawling up to the window again, only to back up slowly again. She saw something in the dirt that had fallen out of the wall.a human hand. It didn't seem to be moving though, so she carefully crawled past it and up to the window. Just as she was a foot or so from freedom the hand seemed to wake up, and latch itself onto her left ankle. She rolled onto her stomach and started kicking her free leg at the hand. While trying to free herself a noise caught her attention. Looking up Samantha saw more zombies were milling around near the window, but hadn't noticed her yet. The hand and whatever it was attached to didn't seem to be doing anything but holding on. The last thing she wanted was to draw more attention to her location, especially now held as she was. So she did her best to lay still for a moment, hoping the things would wander away. She started to slide down the embankment and quickly reached up and held with both hands to a large stone in the foundation near the window. Laying there quietly, she heard a bit of earth near her seem to wiggle a little. A second hand emerged, pulling itself clear of the rubble. She held back a gasp as she saw the hand and fore arm wasn't attatched to a body, meaning it was the hand belonging to the zombie she'd just killed. She watched in silent horror as it pulled itself onto her stomach. Holding on above herself and being held below, she had nothing to do but watch and not scream. \par \tab Not screaming proved to be quite a challenge as the hand found it's way to Samanthas' right breast and began groping the girl through her button-up shirt. Gripping the stonework tightly with her left hand, she released her right and went after the disembodied hand. She jerked it away from her body, but it clung tightly to her shirt. This sent the dainty buttons of the shirt flying, and it now fell open, revealing her large breasts, now only covered by her sheer baby blue bra. Unfortunately the pesky hand still held firm to the shirt. Samanthas' effort shifted her body and caused her to slide a bit further down the embankment. She caught herself and froze, looking up again to see if her presence had been discovered. Other than one remaining zombie, the area seemed safe now. deciding she should try to make a break for it she dropped the dead hand for the moment and focused on her bigger problem: The hand holding her left leg in place. Bracing herself, Samantha kicked hard with her right leg while tugging her left up at the same time. She failed to dislodge the hand, but the first finger did break off. A promising start, she thought to herself. At this point her little friend decided to cause more trouble. The hand that was holding tight to her shirt let go and started wandering. It crept along her stomach, but she had to brace herself while kicking, and could not afford to divert her attention. It managed to slide itself under the waistband of both her cotton pajama pants and her blue underwear. She nearly screamed at the intimate intrusion, but she caught herself. The hand seemed to rest for a bit then, so Samantha took the moment to return to her escape efforts. She kicked again, causing the middle and ring fingers to crunch, sending a putrid smelling ooze to splatter her leg. But with only a rotting pinky and thumb holding on, it was now easy for Samantha to pry herself free. just in time, it seemed, as the girl heard the door to the cellar break apart, followed by the sound of uneven footsteps on the old stairs. Samantha quickly crawled up the dirt and out into the night air. Once back on her feet she checked around but saw no zombies nearby. She was about to sprint for the front of the building when a sudden movement stopped her in her tracks. In her hurry to escape she'd forgotten something: the hand was still in her underewear! Now the thing was obviously "awake" again and was busy pushing a finger into her dry cunt, causing a decent amount of pain to the small girl. Standing in the tall grass next to the church she reached into her panties to remove the intruder. She pulled on the hand, but it refused to budge very much, it's finger was all the way inside her, and it wouldn't uncurl so it'd come out. Samantha realized the problem was she was pulling up, not out. Looking around she still saw no zombies in the yard, so she hurriedly dropped her pajama pants and underwear and pulled out away from her body and down slightly. The hand finally came free. As it was coming out of her it tried to grasp onto her and hang on. In doing so it briefly pushed on her clit with it's thumb. Her legs went weak from the sensation and she dropped to her knees, throwing the hand as far from her as she could. Just as she was attempting to get to her feet one of the zombies in the cellar made it's way to the window and reached out for her. Since she had her back to the window it grabbed the strap of her bra through her shirt and pulled her backwards, breaking the bra strap and sending her sprawling onto her back. More hands the reached out and took hold of fistfulls of hair. The nearly naked fourteen year old screamed as she was pulled by her hair back into the cellar. The cellar now filled with the undead. \par }