'Thank you.' Ash hurried into the house, letting Neil close the door behind her. Neil looked her over briefly, taking in her disheveled appearance with a worried expression. In a few moments that felt like hours, the door opened. She rushed to the door and knocked frantically. Even as she pulled into the driveway of Neil's home, she felt that Sal's ghost was right behind her, sending chills down her spine. She made the usual twenty minute drive in just under fifteen, speeding the entire way. The sinking feeling of someone looming right behind her prompted her to get the hell out of there, and fast. She hung up the call, slipping her phone back into her pocket and getting on her motorcycle. 'Is everything okay? You sound really frazzled.' It rang three times, and she feared he wouldn't answer at all, but his voice finally came from the other line. She leaned against the outside of her front door, scrolling through her contacts until she found Neil's number. The last time she saw Neil was at Sal's trial, and they didn't speak that day.Īs weird as it felt to call him out of the blue, Ash needed someone to talk to. She had his number just because, in fact, she didn't even remember getting it from him. They never hung out or talked unless Todd was also there, and they had nothing in common. She needed help now though, and the only other person from the original gang who wasn't dead or in an institution was Neil. He could surely talk Sal out of the supernatural retaliation, and Ash contemplated visiting the treehouse in an attempt to contact the metalhead's ghost. If Larry were still alive, he would be the number one pick.

Someone who knew Sal, someone his spirit didn't hate with a deep and vengeful passion, someone who could maybe talk him out of scaring her to death. She had to call someone, she needed help.

The events of the last three months had Ash convinced that Sal was in fact haunting her, and he was not at all a friendly spirit.Īfter a particularly sharp and painful scratch on her lower back, she had been scared enough to leave her home. It had been the single worst experience of her life, causing her to pray that Sal would forgive her in the afterlife. The execution she had tried desperately to stop, but failed, and consequently forced her to watch her friend die. It started three months ago, after the execution of her best friend and convicted murderer, Sal Fisher. She was positive she was being haunted.Īnd the worst part was, she knew who was haunting her. Things being thrown at her, unexplained noises, cold breezes, the feeling of someone watching her, she couldn't deny it. Executions were often photographed after the invention of the camera they were not closed off from the media for the most part, so many photos exist of the executions either during, in the moment of death or after death.It had been one thing after another. From these photos, you can see that there is a lot wrong with putting someone to death in these ways. I can’t help but think about the irony of some of these brutal deaths – that they were perpetrated by the very people and institutions who claim to be the judges of right and wrong. Garroting in public was abolished in Spain in 1897 after which it was only performed in prisons, and the last garroting of a Spanish prisoner was in 1974. The convict would sit in a chair and have a metal collar tightened around his neck until he asphyxiated or his spine snapped. Take garroting for example this method of execution was popular mostly in Spain and France and some Spanish colonies. There were a few styles of execution that were universally popular – hanging, firing squad and beheading – but there were others that were more regional. Watching the government or military take someone’s life was a normal part of life, something you did with your family and friends. Public execution, and execution in general, used to be pretty popular back in the day.

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