The Dark Side of Death: Appointment with My Late Father

A cemetery is a place of dark secrets and hidden mysteries. It is a place where the veil between the living and the dead is thin, and where the spirits of the dead can sometimes be seen wandering among the graves.

It is also a place where black magic rituals can be performed, and where dark magicians can contact the spirits of the dead in order to gain their power and knowledge.

One such black magic ritual is the summoning of the spirit of the dead. This ritual is performed at the cemetery, and it involves the use of black candles, black robes, and a black altar.

The spirit of the dead is then summoned by the use of black magic spells and incantations. The spirit is then asked to enter the body of the person performing the ritual, and to give them its power and knowledge.

The person performing the ritual will then become a vessel for the spirit of the dead, and they will be able to use its power and knowledge to perform dark magic spells and curses.

The spirit of the dead can also be used to summon the demons of the underworld, and to control the dark forces of the occult.

It was past midnight, and as I walked through the iron gates of the cemetery, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. I hadn't seen my father in years, and I had no idea why he wanted me to come to meet him here.

As I made my way down the path, I could see my father's figure in the distance, standing in front of his grave. As I got closer, I could see the pain and desperation in his eyes. "Dad," I said, "what's going on?"

He turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, son. I didn't want to do it this way, but there's no other way. You have to kill someone to save me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My father had always been a gentle man, and I couldn't imagine him asking me to commit murder. "But who?" I said. "Who do I have to kill?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Your best friend. He's the only one who can save me."

I tried to argue, but he was adamant. There was no other way. And so, with a heavy heart, I agreed to do what he asked.

The next day, I went to see my friend. We had been together since kindergarden, and I couldn't imagine life without him. But I knew I had to do this to save my father.

As we walked through the park together, I formulated a plan. I would take him to the abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. No one ever went there, and it would be the perfect place to kill him.

As we approached the warehouse, I steered him towards the back door. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I prepared to do what I had to do.

I reached for the door handle, but before I could open it, my friend said, "Why are you doing this, man? We've been through everything together. I thought you were my friend."

The words cut through me like a knife. I hesitated for a moment, then I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. "I am your friend," I said. "And I'm doing this because I love you."

Then I pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the heart.

As he collapsed to the ground, I knew that this was the hardest thing I had ever had to do. But it was for my dad. And that's all that mattered.

Unfortunately, the tragedy didn't end there. The police found me at the warehouse, and I was arrested for murder. I'm currently on death row, waiting for my final sentence. But I know that I made the right choice. I did what I had to do to save my father.