Hello, everyone, and welcome once again to another Creepy Samples Offering!
Today's sample comes from a story entitled "The Resurrection of Wanette." It tells the tale of a young woman named Renee who has been invited to the home of an established goth couple that she met the night before at an event. We pick up the story after Renwick and Autumn, her hosts, have been impressing her with all of their spooky furnishings. After a nice visit, Renee announces that she should probably be leaving, but the couple have one more marvel to show her.
“Do you mean to tell me that there are still more marvels to behold?” Renee inquired with a chuckle.
“Oh yes,” Renwick responded, “the greatest marvel of them all. We wanted to save the best for last.”
“It's downstairs,” Autumn informed her. “Follow me.”
Renee couldn't believe her eyes upon reaching the basement. She gazed in amazement at a lavish coffin occupying the far side of the room. It was beautifully polished and lined with white silk.
Renee stared at the coffin in amazement. “H....how'd you get it? It's amazing.”
“It just kind of came to us,” Renwick responded. “We found it on the property one evening.”
“We consider it magical,” Autumn added, “because of the way that it just seemed to appear with nobody claiming it. Special goth points if you'd like to sleep in it.”
“Wh....what? Really? I can sleep in it?”
“If you'd like. It's not every goth that gets to sleep in an actual coffin,” Renwick reminded her. “And the experience will sure garner the respect of everyone in the culture.”
Autumn went to a nearby closet and returned with a sheer, black nightgown. “You can wear this for the night, then you'll really look authentic.”
“What can I say?” Renee responded. “I'd love to do it.”
“Then it's settled,” Autumn said with a smile. “You're going to have a very unique experience.”
“And I feel very honored that you're inviting me to do this.”
Her hosts simply smiled without saying another word.
Renee emerged from the dressing room a few minutes later. She looked stunning, and was absolutely giddy from the attention her friends had lavished upon her.
“You look lovely,” Autumn informed her. “I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have sleeping in our coffin. Now, there's just one more thing we need to do before you climb in and sleep for the night.”
“Oh? What's that?”
“Anyone who sleeps in a coffin needs to have a goth name given to them. This is a rite of passage after all,” Renwick informed her. “So, may we name you?”
“Of course,” the flattered young lady responded.
Autumn spoke next. “Then, from this moment on, you will be known by our community as Wanette.”
“It means the pale one,” Renwick added.
“Do you accept this name?” Autumn inquired.
“Oh yes! Yes, I accept it, and I'm truly honored. Thank you!”
“Then we'll leave you to your experience,” Autumn concluded. Good night!”
“Yes, good night—and thank you both!”
The two retreated up the stairway leaving Wanette to her own devices. She turned out the light and climbed into a coffin for the very first time.
Wanette had no sooner gotten comfortable inside the casket than sleep overtook her—a deep sleep—a sleep that was more death-like than ordinary slumber. She didn't move or even breath. She had, in fact, become quite lifeless.
Well, there you have it. That will just about do it for now. And keep in mind that the conclusion to this story can be found in my latest book, A Day of Reckoning and Other Frightful Tales. Until next time then, keep it spooky!