I groaned as I clutched my head. It felt like someone hit me in the head with a baseball bat. I slowly opened my eyes. I quickly sat up but regretted it as a wave of dizziness hit me. As the dizziness past I looked frantically around the room for the man with the red eyes. But I wasn’t in my front room I was in my own bedroom. I swung my legs slowly over the edge of my bed. It must have been a bad dream. Just a very very bad dream.
I stood up squinting as the bright sun light came through my window. I glanced at the digital clock it read 9:00AM. I walked to the bathroom across from my room. I looked in the mirror. I looked like hell my hair was sticking out from every angle possible I looked paler then normal and I had dark bags under my eyes. I sighed as I combed my hair and put it in a high pony tail. And splashed cold water on my face I looked back at my reflection. I looked better-ish
I stopped mid-step on my way to my room. Something didn’t feel right. It was a Saturday morning and the house was quite my house was never quite especially on the weekend. Usually my mom is blaring her muziek while she cleans house of u hear my little brother watching his Saturday morning cartoons in my moms room with the t.v on to loud. of he has one of his vrienden over and there running around the house like crazy. But the house was dead silent. That was never a good sign.
My breathing quickened and my hart-, hart rate picked up. Something was wrong, really wrong. I raced down the hall but stopped when I reached the top, boven of the stairs. I took several deep breaths and made my way down the first three steps. “Mom!” I called out. There was no reply. I walked down the last five steps and stopped at the end. The door was wide open. I walked quickly to it and stepped out on to the front porch “MOM” I yelled out. No answer. “BILLY” I yelled out my brother’s name. no one answered.
I really started to panic now. I ran back inside going towards the keuken-, keuken as I turned the corner to reach the keuken-, keuken I stopped dead in my tracks. Blood was the first thing I saw. There was a pool of blood door the keuken-, keuken table, blood smeared on the keuken-, keuken counter, and a smeared bloody hand print on the sliding glass back door.
A scream caught in my throat as I saw the bloody body of my little brother laying motionless on the floor a few feet away from the keuken-, keuken table. Tears ran down my cheeks I backed up all the way till my back hit the wall. I let out a scream as I also saw the body of my mother laying on the keuken-, keuken floor. Violent sobs shook through my body as I slid down the wall. I took deep breaths trying to clam my sobs it took meer then eight deep breaths to stop my body from shaking but it didn’t stop the big fat tears from rolling down my cheeks.
I reached up to the counter grabbing the black portable phone and dialed 911.
“911 what’s your emergence?”
“ Th-there both D-dead… there’s s-so much blo-blood” I let out a soft sob
“ Miss who’s dead?” the woman zei in a soothing voice
“My mother an-and my little br-brother!”my body shook violently I looked down at the floor not wanting to see the body’s of the only family I had left.
“ Ok miss can u tell me your address please?”
“Yea i-its 498 East Woodberry road”
“ ok the police are on there way just stay on the line with me until they get there ok?”
“ok” I whispered in to the phone. afbeeldingen of the demon with the red eyes flashed in my mind. What happened last night wasn’t a dream. But the part that got to me was why couldn’t I sense that the demon was near. I opened the door to him and felt nothing. I feel like its my fault there dead. Hell its is my fault there dead if I would of sensed it I could of did something about it. I could of called Dean and Sam told them that a demon was near they could of came and killed it and right about now I would be yelling at my brother to leave me alone of helping my mom clean house.
I curled up in a ball against the uithangbord and let silent tears fall. I ignored the lady on the phone as she kept asking vragen I just let the phone slip from my hands and fall to the floor. A little voice in my head kept whispering ‘its your fault its all your fault’. I believed it. It is all my fault.
I didn’t notice when the police came. And I didn’t notice when one of them picked me up from off the floor and carried me outside, I was just focused on that dam little voice.
The voice finely stopped whispering things to me. I blinked several times so the blurriness in my eyes would go away. I focused on my surroundings I was outside sitting on the curb. I looked to my right I gasped and jumped nearly a foot in the air. “whoa there I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” zei an officer that was sitting volgende to me. I zei nothing. “ I know this must be so hard for you-“ I looked away from him with a scowl on my face he knows shit I bet nothing this bad ever happened to him. “-and I’m very sorry for your loss but I’m going to have to ask u some questions”. I looked back to him the scowl no longer on my face I nodded for him to ask some of his questions.
He asked me vragen for almost an hour. He asked me what the person looked like and I told him he knocked me out before I could get a good look. He asked me if me of my family had any enemies I zei none that I know of. He kept asking me routine cop vraag and I did my best to answer them without mentioning about demons if I did he probable throw me in to a mental ward the first chance he got.
The police finally left. So did the ambulance as they took the dead bodies of my mother and brother. I sat on the curb crying my eyes out as volgende door neighbors crowded around there front yard staring at the scene before them. I didn’t jump of cringe away when one of the volgende door neighbors put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see old miss. Anna Parker looking down at me with sad gray eyes “ come on sweetie lets get u to my place” she helped me off the floor. I grabbed my dark blue duffle bag that one of the police officers stuffed all my clothes into.
Miss. Parker led me in to her house and into her front room. I sat on her floral printed divan, bank I shrugged off the duffel bag and set it on the hard wood floor. “ Here u go honey” Miss. Parker handed me a small cup of thee “thank you” I slightly whispered. I took a sip of the hot thee it soothed my sore throat immediately.
“Jill dear do u have any family that u can stay with until well.. u know recover” she pushed a piece of her red curly hair behind her ear.
“ No not th-that I know o-of. they were t-the only ones I had le-left” the thought of my mother and little brother brought tears to my eyes.
“ Oh sweetheart don’t cry” Miss. Parker stood from the recliner chair that was across from me and moved to sit volgende to me. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed invisible circles on my back “shhh its ok Jill everything will be just fine a promise you”.
We were like that for a couple of minutes. I pulled away wiping that remaining tears away with the back of my hand. “ I-I can call two of my vrienden they can come and get me”
“ Ok dear” she kissed the top, boven of my head. “ here ill take this to the keuken-, keuken while u call your friends” she took my empty cup of thee and walked out the room.
I sighed and pulled of my cell time to call Sam and Dean.
I stood up squinting as the bright sun light came through my window. I glanced at the digital clock it read 9:00AM. I walked to the bathroom across from my room. I looked in the mirror. I looked like hell my hair was sticking out from every angle possible I looked paler then normal and I had dark bags under my eyes. I sighed as I combed my hair and put it in a high pony tail. And splashed cold water on my face I looked back at my reflection. I looked better-ish
I stopped mid-step on my way to my room. Something didn’t feel right. It was a Saturday morning and the house was quite my house was never quite especially on the weekend. Usually my mom is blaring her muziek while she cleans house of u hear my little brother watching his Saturday morning cartoons in my moms room with the t.v on to loud. of he has one of his vrienden over and there running around the house like crazy. But the house was dead silent. That was never a good sign.
My breathing quickened and my hart-, hart rate picked up. Something was wrong, really wrong. I raced down the hall but stopped when I reached the top, boven of the stairs. I took several deep breaths and made my way down the first three steps. “Mom!” I called out. There was no reply. I walked down the last five steps and stopped at the end. The door was wide open. I walked quickly to it and stepped out on to the front porch “MOM” I yelled out. No answer. “BILLY” I yelled out my brother’s name. no one answered.
I really started to panic now. I ran back inside going towards the keuken-, keuken as I turned the corner to reach the keuken-, keuken I stopped dead in my tracks. Blood was the first thing I saw. There was a pool of blood door the keuken-, keuken table, blood smeared on the keuken-, keuken counter, and a smeared bloody hand print on the sliding glass back door.
A scream caught in my throat as I saw the bloody body of my little brother laying motionless on the floor a few feet away from the keuken-, keuken table. Tears ran down my cheeks I backed up all the way till my back hit the wall. I let out a scream as I also saw the body of my mother laying on the keuken-, keuken floor. Violent sobs shook through my body as I slid down the wall. I took deep breaths trying to clam my sobs it took meer then eight deep breaths to stop my body from shaking but it didn’t stop the big fat tears from rolling down my cheeks.
I reached up to the counter grabbing the black portable phone and dialed 911.
“911 what’s your emergence?”
“ Th-there both D-dead… there’s s-so much blo-blood” I let out a soft sob
“ Miss who’s dead?” the woman zei in a soothing voice
“My mother an-and my little br-brother!”my body shook violently I looked down at the floor not wanting to see the body’s of the only family I had left.
“ Ok miss can u tell me your address please?”
“Yea i-its 498 East Woodberry road”
“ ok the police are on there way just stay on the line with me until they get there ok?”
“ok” I whispered in to the phone. afbeeldingen of the demon with the red eyes flashed in my mind. What happened last night wasn’t a dream. But the part that got to me was why couldn’t I sense that the demon was near. I opened the door to him and felt nothing. I feel like its my fault there dead. Hell its is my fault there dead if I would of sensed it I could of did something about it. I could of called Dean and Sam told them that a demon was near they could of came and killed it and right about now I would be yelling at my brother to leave me alone of helping my mom clean house.
I curled up in a ball against the uithangbord and let silent tears fall. I ignored the lady on the phone as she kept asking vragen I just let the phone slip from my hands and fall to the floor. A little voice in my head kept whispering ‘its your fault its all your fault’. I believed it. It is all my fault.
I didn’t notice when the police came. And I didn’t notice when one of them picked me up from off the floor and carried me outside, I was just focused on that dam little voice.
The voice finely stopped whispering things to me. I blinked several times so the blurriness in my eyes would go away. I focused on my surroundings I was outside sitting on the curb. I looked to my right I gasped and jumped nearly a foot in the air. “whoa there I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” zei an officer that was sitting volgende to me. I zei nothing. “ I know this must be so hard for you-“ I looked away from him with a scowl on my face he knows shit I bet nothing this bad ever happened to him. “-and I’m very sorry for your loss but I’m going to have to ask u some questions”. I looked back to him the scowl no longer on my face I nodded for him to ask some of his questions.
He asked me vragen for almost an hour. He asked me what the person looked like and I told him he knocked me out before I could get a good look. He asked me if me of my family had any enemies I zei none that I know of. He kept asking me routine cop vraag and I did my best to answer them without mentioning about demons if I did he probable throw me in to a mental ward the first chance he got.
The police finally left. So did the ambulance as they took the dead bodies of my mother and brother. I sat on the curb crying my eyes out as volgende door neighbors crowded around there front yard staring at the scene before them. I didn’t jump of cringe away when one of the volgende door neighbors put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see old miss. Anna Parker looking down at me with sad gray eyes “ come on sweetie lets get u to my place” she helped me off the floor. I grabbed my dark blue duffle bag that one of the police officers stuffed all my clothes into.
Miss. Parker led me in to her house and into her front room. I sat on her floral printed divan, bank I shrugged off the duffel bag and set it on the hard wood floor. “ Here u go honey” Miss. Parker handed me a small cup of thee “thank you” I slightly whispered. I took a sip of the hot thee it soothed my sore throat immediately.
“Jill dear do u have any family that u can stay with until well.. u know recover” she pushed a piece of her red curly hair behind her ear.
“ No not th-that I know o-of. they were t-the only ones I had le-left” the thought of my mother and little brother brought tears to my eyes.
“ Oh sweetheart don’t cry” Miss. Parker stood from the recliner chair that was across from me and moved to sit volgende to me. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed invisible circles on my back “shhh its ok Jill everything will be just fine a promise you”.
We were like that for a couple of minutes. I pulled away wiping that remaining tears away with the back of my hand. “ I-I can call two of my vrienden they can come and get me”
“ Ok dear” she kissed the top, boven of my head. “ here ill take this to the keuken-, keuken while u call your friends” she took my empty cup of thee and walked out the room.
I sighed and pulled of my cell time to call Sam and Dean.
