I was four years old when I saw my mother burst into flames on the ceiling over my sister's crib. My father grabbed my sister and I as we ran out from the house before my sister's nursery room exploded. After this night, my father swore to look for whatever had done this to our family. Turns out, he wasn't the only person who had the idea; and my mother wasn't the only one who had been murdered by this strange being.
John Winchester and my father soon became close friends and were helping to search for the same thing. John came to our house once or twice and told my sister and I about his two sons, Sam and Dean. Of course, I was dying to meet them. But my sister Annalise had other ideas. She wasn't interested in me and my fathers ghost hunting business. She wanted to live a normal life. John said the same thing about his younger son, Sam. But things didn't turn out the way Annalise wanted her life to be like. When she was 11, she became sick with pneumonia... And lets just say that... She didn't make it through. I love my dad, but he believed that Annalise was murdered by a spirit of some sort, not killed by her illness. But I stuck with what the doctors said. After my sister's death, My father was never the same. He was out more. Sometimes he wouldn't come home for days. But 3 years ago, he left and didn't come back. I was 16 at the time. That night, I barely slept. But I found something he left for me on my bed. A little box. And when I opened it, I saw 2 rings with initials carved onto the inner side:
Matilda Elin Bengtsson and Sebastian Aksel Bengtsson
From then I've always kept this little casket so that whenever I was feeling down I would take my parent's rings in my hand and run my fingers over the defined and precisely carved letters spelling out my parents names. When my mother died, she took a piece of me with her and a burning fire awoke inside of me. And the only way I would regain that lost piece of myself would be to find what demon did this to our family and stop it once and for all from doing more harm to mine and any other people out there.
Okay, let me just get straight into this; I deleted my other story, because I just didn't feel like writing it anymore. I felt like there was no real plot to the story. I apologise if there was anyone who actually liked that story, but I felt like deleting it. Im very sorry :P so please don't be mad. But on the other hand, I've started this new story, which hopefully will be a little more interesting. If you have watched the series Supernatural, then i guess this story will be more understandable for you. Sorry for the short first chapter, i will gradually increase the length of the chapters as i get more into the story. Hope you guys like it 💜 (ps the cover i made for this story is waaaaay better than the other one.)
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The Supernatural Symbol
ParanormalFrom abnormally fast reflexes to strange knife collections, Cia Bengtsson is considered the weird Scandinavian kid in the 12th Grade. Her father hunts demons and spirits and she intends follow in his footsteps. Cia has heard many things about the fa...