There is a weird story behind this...
I wrote this story ages ago on quizillia. Then after I had finished it I received a PM from another user telling me someone had taken my story and published it on wattpad. Prior to this I had no knowledge about wattpad so I investigated further. My story had been published on another account but the owner of the account had kindly credited me. Since then I have uploaded all my content except this story onto wattpad. Recently I received a PM about a rumour regarding the closure of quizilla so I decide to upload married to the prince of darkness on to my account. Then I thought it would be a good idea to upload each chapter one by one and go through each chapter and edit all the mistakes I had made. So here is the edited and improved version!
EDIT: 13/01/2012- I'm currently going through the stories of this saga and editing/expanding them. Many of you guys have requested that I lengthen this particular story, adding detail- so here I go...
Chapter 1- Urban Legend
The cemetery was deathly quiet and I was really beginning to regret agreeing to this stupid dare. Secretly I had been hoping that a couple of kids would be hanging out amongst the tombstones just because it was Halloween, but I hadn’t seen a single soul for the past hour and I was starting to freak out a little.
It was nearly midnight and I was stood underneath the branches of the legendary Hangman’s Tree waiting for an urban legend to come right out and grab me. Awkwardly I tugged at the lace sleeves of my Grandmother's wedding dress trying to pull the thin material that extra millimetre over my freezing cold hands. Nothing I did prevented the cold October night air from seeping through the silk fabric of the dress and at my biting against my skin. Violently I shivered and gazed down at the bright screen of my cell phone- 23:55 and no signal. “Five minutes to go Mia, then you can go home.” I whispered to myself. This place was really starting to get to me. I found myself nervously scanning the rows of tombstones waiting for a ghost to pop out and the living crap out of me. Earlier tonight when an owl had land on a branch above me I had nearly died. It was so silly because for a split second I had nearly fooled myself into thinking this owl was actually ‘him’. The infamous ‘Prince of Darkness’.
The Prince of Darkness was an urban legend that had drifted through several generations of local town people. There must have been ten versions that I had heard from different people, but the most common version is that an evil entity known as the ‘Prince of Darkness’ descends upon the our small town each Halloween seeking a willing bride underneath the Hangman’s Tree. Any girl who stands underneath the tree in a wedding dress on Halloween will be snatched up by the Prince and taken away to become his eternal bride.
Now, I am not standing underneath this tree in the hope of being abducted and coerced into a marriage. Nor am I standing here for a quick Halloween thrill. Tonight was something bigger than that. Tonight was about wiping the smiles off of Laura Taylor and her idiot friends.
A couple of days back me and her gang of airheads got into an argument in class. Everyone was sat about discussing superstitions for Halloween like if you break a mirror or a black cat crosses your path. Then Laura Taylor starts blabbing away about this stupid the Prince of Darkness, and of course me being me called Laura out and told her it was straight up bull crap. But Laura didn’t believe that and began spouting some nonsense about a girl in the 1980s who went missing after standing underneath that tree. Then Laura’s airhead squad of friends began to pile into me claiming that they had heard the same story too.
Needless to say we argued like Hell for five minutes, until, out of exasperation I stupidly declared I would go to the graveyard, stand under that tree in a wedding dress and wait for prince charming to come and claim me.... and fast forward to the present and here I am- freezing cold and bored out my mind.
Looking at my phone again, I decided to give the Prince of Darkness another few minutes before heading home. I watched the minutes pass, willing them to hurry up so I could get the hell out of here. Freezing cold I rubbed my hands trying to get a little warmth and whispered, “Come on midnight”. Looking down at my phone the minute flicked to 23:59. A horrible tension was gnawing at my insides and for some reason I lost my nerve.