A group of friends in small town America are always trying to find something to do. On this night, they decided they wanted to do something scary. Rochelle grabbed her camera because she read somewhere that cameras can capture things the eye cannot see. She made plans to pick up her friend Sonya, Steve and Mike at their respective houses just after sunset, which was about 8:30. No one had eaten, so they stopped at the local restaurant and talked feverishly about the night's activities. Anxious and slightly scared, the group left the restaurant and went to the first scary place they could think of, Grindstone Road, named after an old mill that used to be there. The road runs deep though a forest and people sometimes use it to dump old belongings. The road was a local legend, rumored to have connections to the occult and witches. The road was also notorious for having relationship to the KKK. Kids from around the area loved to travel the secluded one lane road at night, hoping to see something bizzare. People have said they have seen furniture spontaniously combust or children's shoes and toys scattered along the entire length of the road or even disappearing headlights. But none of those things were to be seen on this night. The group of friends joked around, saying it wasnt early enough in the night for any action. The next stop on their night of laughs and terror was a large Catholic cemetary that one of the kids had heard of. So Rochelle drove to the cemetary and crested the hill prior to the driveway entering the cemetary. As the car reached the zenith of the hill, all the kids jumped at what they saw. A twenty foot lighted statue of Jesus Christ nailed on the cross peered through the darkness at the 4 friends. Recovering from the initial shock, the friends went into the cemetary hoping to meet with a ghost. They began in the new section of the cemetary and after perusing the numerous headstones they got bored by the lack of spirits. Moving on to the old part of the cemetary, the friends were sure they would find a ghost. Searching diligently, Sonya stumbled upon a gravestone that startled her. She called for her friends to investigate what she found. She shown her flashlight toward the site and read aloud what was on the gravestone, "Malakai Fraser June 6, 1866-June 6, 1882 Friend of no one but evil and died rightfully by the hand of God." The headstone was old marble and was covered with moss and lichen. The headstone was a reasonably large cube and had a majestic angel perched on top. With mouths open, the friends just looked from the headstone to each other. But the friends moved away from the stone and began chatting amongst themselves because they were quickly losing interest in the words on the stone. Sonya could not get the stone out of her mind, she felt a special connection with the the soul buried there. She again went to the stone and shined her flashlight over it. She caught a glimmer of something at the bottom of the stone. The glimmer was that of a small pool of liquid. She thought perhaps it may have been the remains of a rain shower earlier in the day. She then looked up and gasped at what she saw. The angel at the top of the headstone was shedding tears. The tears, however, were not the tears we know, they were tears of blood. Sonya stammered to her feet and dashed past her friends to the car. Moments later a large gust of wind blew through the friends as well. The friends thought nothing of this gust, believing it to be caused by Sonya's high speed exodus. Her friends, knowing nothing of her grusome discovery, ran to catch up to her. When they got to car, Sonya was curled up on the floor of the front seat crying. The friends gathered in the car, trying to console their distraught friend. Sonya told them what she saw and the friends looked at each other in disbelief. A group concensus called for this to be the end of their night of fright and proceeded to go home. The cemetary was pretty far from their hometown and the drive home started out quiet, but talk was eventually sparked and the group decided that they were brave enough to have one more try at getting scared. They just passed the bleeding angel off as some kind of trick. So they decided to head back to Grindstone Road, park the car and scour the deep, dark forest. As Rochelle parked her car, anxiety was heavy in the air. Jokes were being made about no action earlier in the night, but laughs were being forced out. The friends split into two teams, either team taking a different side of the forest. Sonya and Mike paired off and went to the right side of the car, while Steve and Rochelle went to the left side of the car. The plan was to meet at the car in 30 minutes and to yell if someone was in trouble. After 15 minutes had passed Steve and Rochelle became overwhelmed with fear and started toward the car. Upon arriving at the car, they found Mike and Sonya running out of the forest. Between breathes, Mike said they found a cemetary but didn't check it out and it was pretty creepy. So the four friends decided to check it out together. They had to traverse down a rather steep hill to get to the site in question and it took some carefull manuvering to get to the bottom. As they neared the cemetary, all four friends shined their flashlights on it. It was small and square in shape. The perimeter was defined by a small, poorly constructed stone wall. Their was a small hole in the wall, which acted as the entrance. Towering above the enterance was an wraught-iron archway with the name Fraser on it. As they read the name, the friends were reminded of the events in the large cemetary that occurred earlier in the night. Mustering all of their strength, they linked arms and broached the threshold of the cemetary. They counted 10 headstones laid out in an eccentric pattern. Investigation of the stones showed that the family members died sequencially one after another, starting with the oldest: John Fraser January 23 1840-May 27, 1882; Mary Fraser April 4, 1842-May 28, 1882; Jebodiah Frasier April 15, 1862-May 29, 1882; Elizabeth Fraser August 30, 1865-May 30, 1882; Anna Fraser August 30, 1865-May 31, 1882; William Fraser September 2, 1867-June 1, 1882; Samuel Fraser July 5, 1868-June 2, 1882; John Fraser Jr. February 12, 1869-June 3, 1882; Victoria Fraser February 19, 1870-June 4, 1882; Beatrice Fraser May 20, 1871-June 5, 1882. The friends were so caught up in the mystery of the dates on the headstones, they failed to notice that each grave site had a small trail of stones connecting each one. Mike noticed the trail first and was speechless. He pointed and mumbled incoherently. Rochelle was the first to realize what Mike was trying to convey. The trail of stones formed a pentagram and the group was standing right in the middle of it. As Mike's epiphany was understood, the same gust of wind from earlier rushed through the group. It didn't take long for the group of friends to be in a dead sprint. They reached the steep hill and frantically searched for the most efficient way to the top. The hill was slippery with dew and the friends slipped several times. Desperate shouts were flowing from their mouths, "Go!, Run faster!" Steve commented, "Good thing its starting to get light," but he immediately remembered, he looked at the clock before he got out of the car, it said it was only 11:30. He knew that he and Rochelle were gone for only 15 minutes before finding Mike and Sonya. He also knew they had not been walking in the woods for 6 hours. He glanced over his shoulder to see where the light was coming from. The pentagram was on fire and bathed the surrounding forest with light. He let out a low moan. Sonya, climbing right beside him, saw him glance back and followed suit. She screamed at the sight and started climbing faster. Mike and Rochelle also saw the burning ensignia of evil and trembled with fear as the got to the top of the hill. They leaned over the hill and helped their friends to safety as well. Thinking it was over, the friends turned toward the car to leave, but froze in their tracks at what they saw. In the forest, on the other side of Rochelle's car stood a monsterous burning cross. The cross towered above the dense undergrowth. The flames lapped at the upper reaches of the old growth forest, stripping the branches of leaves. The flames blew towards the stunned group of friends as the gust of wind howled through the trees, like a wolf baying at the moon. The snap of arctic cold air brought the friends back to reality and they managed to get to the car. Rochelle slid into the driver's seat and let out a breath of relief. The hot, steamy breath of the car's occupants quickly fogged the windows. Michelle started the car without hesitation and glanced in the rearview mirror. Rochelle gulped with terror, fore written on the back window of her car were the numbers 6-6-6. She immediately turned on the defrost, trying not to alarm her friends, but it was too late for that. The remaining 3 friends turned and saw the numbers. Steve and Mike, the backseat passengers, tried, with no avail, to wipe the numbers away. Seeing the failure of the backseat's endevour, Rochelle quickly started the car, but not before she and the others heard a small pinging sound on the roof of the car. Terrified, Rochelle threw the car in reverse only to see the image of a hanged man. The man was attached to a low hanging tree branch that hung powerfully over the road, the kind that was often used for lynching. His swinging body twisted and turned. The body stopped so its once lively face was in view of the group of frightened teens. The face was wrinkled and sun dried. It appeared to be a man in his 40's that had spent time working in the fields. The eyes were still open, frozen as if pleading for help. The mouth was narled in a postion that was only capable in death. While viewing this nightmare, feet hit the front window right in front of Sonya. Again, Rochelle reversed. Again a body was hanging from a low tree branch. This time a middle-aged woman in a beautiful old gown. She twisted and turned as well, stopping with her tear stained cheeks facing the car. Appalled at the site, Sonya turned her head toward the forest so as to rest her eyes from the sight. She was not greeted by a welcome view. In the forest, coming toward the car in a half walk, half run, was a young man. The man seemed distressed and as he neared the car, Sonya knew why. The light from the burning cross revealed that the man had been stabbed profusely across his upper chest and neck. The wounds appeared to resemble those that would be inflicted by a pitchfork. He began to stammer and fell, feet from the car, his eyes open as well, staring blankly into Sonya's eyes. At the same time, running by the cross, came two girls. These twins were both wrinkled and blue. As they neared the left side of the car, the passangers could see water and flest were dripping from them. They were apparent victims of drownings. Steve announced that he believed these to be Fraser's. He said the hanging man was John and the woman was Mary, while the young man was Jebodiah and the girls were the twins Elizabeth and Anna. The group quickly agreed and decided they did not want to stick around to meet the rest of the family. While reviewing Steve's announcement, Sonya quickly placed more pieces in the puzzle. She told the group that the wind appeared after they discovered Malakai Fraser's grave and then appeared as the found the Fraser Family Plot and then again at the top of the hill. She dedeuced the wind had to be Malakai's soul and had followed them. Rochelle suggested they go back to the cemetary where Malakai's grave is located and see if the theory is correct. By this point, the group figured they had seen everything they could possibly see and were prepared to go back to the cemetary. The group walked in silence to the old section where Malakai was. They approached the grave and Sonya shined the flashlight toward it. The front was covered in blood. A steady steam of liquid poured from the stone angel. It was practically sobbing, like it was scared of what was underneath it. And as if on cue, the gust of wind arrived and whistled through the trees and continued to blow relentlessly. Understanding that this presence, whatever it was, was evil, the friends knew they had to do something since they were the ones that unchained this force. The kneeled in front of the grave stone joined hands and began to recite the "Lord's Prayer." "Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come.." the friends said simutaneously. The wind howled and moan and picked up in velocity. Twigs and branches snapped. Headstones tottered and fell to the ground. The stone angel mounted atop Malakai Fraser quivered and trembled. At the completion of the prayer the angel fell off the base and shattered on the ground. The wind died rapidly. The friends fell to the ground, exhausted with the intense evening. Minutes later, dawn uttered its first cries as the sun rose in the East. The friends walked in silence to the car and drove home. After recovering from their night of shock, the friends gathered and decided to research the Fraser family. They discovered that Malakai was rumored to dabble in Satanic Ritual. This shamed the Fraser family and forced them to move to a rural area on Grindstone Road. The family rarely had visitors because of Malakai, whiched caused them to treated Malakai harshly. At first they just made him do harder chores and such but it got to the point where he wasn't allowed to eat with the family and forced to sleep in the barn. On early May 27, 1882, Malakai attacked his father while he was milking cows in the barn. He tied his father's hands and feet and attached a rope around his neck, the other end was soon to be attached to a beam on the 2nd floor, took his father to the 2nd story of the barn and pushed him off. His mother became concerned about the whereabouts of her husband. She never thought to look toward the ceiling of the barn. She never knew the status of her dead husband until she befell the same fate, and was hanged beside him on the next morning, as she came to milk the cows. This allowed Malakai to approach his eight siblings without parental intervention. He tied each of them up and murdered them one day at a time. Jeb was stabbed with a pitchfork, Elizabeth and Anna were drowned in the bathtub, William was suffocated by a pillow, Samuel was set on fire, John Jr. was dismembered, Victoria and Beatrice were both beheaded, since they were the youngest. The method of death and order was known because Malakai kept a record of their death and explained that the Devil told him to kill them for treating him badly. Malakai went to the town and found his way to the church. It is said that God knew of Malakai's evil doings and sent giant cross, hanging from the ceiling of the church, crashing down on Malakai as he entered, killing him instantly. Hence the phrase, "... and died rightfully by the hand of God."