When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren’t careful.
It didn’t take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue – nicknamed Black Aggie – was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue’s eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie’s name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.
People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. “Black Aggie” sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.
One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.
What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue’s arms reached out toward the cowering boy.
With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.
Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.
The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.
17 Comments on 'Black Aggie'
Good story. Not very creepy… Keep the pretentious language to a minimum. The phrase “to their chagrin” should probably only be used once in any one story, if ever at all. Otherwise, decent job. 3/5
This sucked I mean this was more of a fun fact than a horror story XP
Just found n big hol n ur stori nd riped et apert. it wus kcaled druid ridge cemetery thin et chengd tu druid park hill cemetery.
It was okay, I guess. Not as good as others. But again, okay.
yeah he is right but you could have worded it better…. at the beginning it was druid ridge cemetery then at the end park hill cemetery… it was an ok story i’m not one for stories that are based off of fact or even fake ones that are ”true.” those types of stories are just unoriginal. and at first it was a myth then it turns into a story that isn’t a good or effective writing style…
It was not THAT bad, geez. The “chagrin” thing did irk me though, but that’s what the thesaurus is for.
I’m tired of college kids though, it’s so typical.
You should work on the creepyness more otherwise it was ok
Not scary or much of a creepypasta. More like a fun fact you would put in a Halloween magazine. 7/10 breads though!
It’s great for a fun fact, but again 5/10 stars for me. Sorry. 🙂
good job, I really enjoyed it, I read this instead of doing my classwork, and it was totally worth it.
I think it would have looked better as a local legend or a ghost story teenagers talked about, but it was an okay read regardless.
It was good I really enjoyed it and that you made it so descriptive even though it’s a short story made it even more enjoyable Thankyou for writing this story!
it seemed to get less creepy as i read; the second “chagrin” made me giggle.
YOOOOO it was pretty good, just wished you worded it a little better, but I’m no one to talk, my stories always have spelling errors. I rate 2/5
lmao and u thought dis was a spoiler..