Deadly Secrets Of Oakwell Village: The Midnight Apple Trade - A Terrifying Horror Thriller Story

in the depths of England nestled away lies the ancient village of Oakwell shrouded in mist in secrets unknown fertile lands stretched just south of the village veiled forever in fog harboring secrets of their own to reach these fields villagers must traverse through an abandoned cemetery surrounded by Ancient Oaks once the sight of execution centuries passed now home only to silence and forgotten souls in the frosty mornings of the 1960s the residents of Oakwell discovered that as they walked the pebbled path carrying large iron pots full of food through the cemetery the bottoms of these pots would inexplicably loosen as if invisible hands were tugging at them the elders whispered that these were the lost souls the solitary spirits seeking sustenance heeding this ancient advice villagers began leaving bread and salt water at the entrance to the cemetery miraculously the pots ceased their mysterious movements one fog enshrouded morning in 1992 Mr Mills of the Macintosh estate an elderly farmer was preparing with his son to take two bags of precious wheat to the market far away as they gently passed by the cemetery the remnants of paper offerings from the previous night lay scattered on the ground paying no mind they moved on unexpectedly one of the bags burst open spilling golden grains onto the moist earth mingling with the ashes of the paper Mister Mills not wanting to waste the hard earned harvest sent his son back for tools to gather the spilled wheat upon his hasty return the son found his father lying dead with the scattered half bag of wheat beside him in Oakwell an old saying goes Old John's apple stand Ghost's favorite haunt this tells of Old John who at the end of autumn prepared two crates full of apples aiming to reach the Celtic market by dawn passing the cemetery he saw it ablaze with light as if some Celebration were underway without giving it much thought his only wish was to reach the market sooner suddenly a figure face unclear appeared inviting him to sell his apples to them as they were in the midst of festivities thinking it over old John found the idea appealing and halted his cart he was LED to a place seemingly bustling with life this family bought a few pounds that one bought some more and quickly the apples were sold the money he received was more than he could count satisfied and ready to leave old John found his cart immovably stuck looking down he saw the wheels trapped in a freshly dug grave turning around he was met with silence the lively crowds and the bright lights had vanished leaving only the cold moonlight shining on apples strewn all around and piles of paper money currency of value only in another world old John never returned to that market his story became one of the most widely told legends in the village of Oakwell