Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 1 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 6

Well hello!

Yep, it doesn't end here.

It was early autumn, and I was at school when the voices in my head started going nuts. I mean they just boom, exploded. They started yelling at each other and argued like never before while using swear words like nobody's business. I immediately knew that something major was about to go down. I didn't hear much concrete intel due to how aggressive they were. Then I managed to make out the word "Shields" and my whole body started shaking. Mr and Mrs Shields were my guardians, Milton and Demy, a fitting name. They were in trouble, big time.

The exchange between the voices dragged on for hours and needless to say it took a toll in me. Imagine if you had to hear a really intense scene from a movie wearing headphones while you had to do something important at the same time and it kept going on and on and on for approximately 2 hours straight. That's what it was like at that moment. I heard so many things and barely any of it made sense which was not only bloody scary but also frustrating as hell.

The whole situation slowly started to make sense. Somebody was planning to gank our cabin in the woods with a smaller but effective assassination squad. The attack was led by someone who was once close to a demon general named Azazel. The voices were torn on what was the motive of this sudden change of events. Some suggested that it wasn't planed and it could be a guerrilla action, others said that the attackers received an orders. It was unknown whether this highly ranked Azazel man was involved or if the ambush was to distract the main force and sabotage their plans. One thing was certain though: I didn't care, just wanted to leave everything I was doing and inform the Shields couple before it was too late. However, faith's cruel joke was that during the time this happened I was attending class.

I had to improvise. When the right time came I told my teacher that I'm not feeling well and I wanted to see the school nurse just to get some painkillers for my headache. She believed me. Maybe it was my unusually pale appearance that persuaded her into believing every word I said. Side note: I looked like someone who just seen a ghost. As a result, I was let go from literature class to "seek medical attention". Instead of heading to the nurse's room I sneaked into one of the offices near the teacher's lounge to make a call. I dialled at least 4 or 5 times and nobody bothered to answer the phone. Remember, these were the times where there were no cell phones, if you wanted to reach someone you either had to call them at home or meet them in person.

Naturally I thought maybe they went out to the market or something and they are among people which implies that nobody is in danger, right? Not even demons are that stupid to attack someone in broad daylight. But I couldn't make peace with this idea. I managed to convince the nurse to let me go home. I hopped on the bus, looked for them at the local market where Demy bough vegetables and alike. I asked some of the merchants if they saw either Demy or Milton around but they all said no. The next stop was home.

On the way back to the cabin I hijacked a bicycle to get there faster. The autumn leaves were flying past me as I was viciously paddling pushing that simple vehicle to its limits. Upon arriving I didn't bother parking it properly, just let it fall on a pile of litter composed by the same leaves that earlier took flight in the air near me.

The first thing that I noticed that the door was wide open so I marched in without a thought of getting hurt or endangering anybody. I was certain that I still had time to fix it all. In my worry I haven't noticed that the passionate exchange of words turned into soft muttering. Hardly anyone was speaking and when they did they were so careful. Like as if they knew that someone was eavesdropping on them. The last thing I remember them mentioning was "bargain". Demy and Milton made or tried to make a deal with someone which is something one would normally do when they are under the influence of fatal peril. I looked around to see if there was something missing from the family heirloom but everything was intact. Then I ran up to the master bedroom where I found the bodies on the floor.

There was some blood on the ground and the drapery was in pieces, an animal with huge claws tore it apart. Milton layed facedown near the open windows. By the time I arrived he was cold, but Demy was still warm and her cheeks were red. "So lifelike" – I thought to myself as I checked for pulse. Nothing. Applied some pressure on the heart. "It might will help." Nothing. I reached for the phone to call an ambulance and it hit me: they'll come for me. If they are not behind me right now, lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to let my guard down they will find me later. I mustn't give them the chance.

(🎵 Don Felder, Tommy Shaw & Kelly Hansen - Hotel California [Cover])

So what did I do? I left without a thing in my backpack. I only took the money I kept near the house under a tree and some trinkets to ward myself. I found a motel, rented a room, stayed there for a night and skipped town the next morning. Never looked back.

I spied on the police to see what they make of the case of the girl with the missing boyfriend and slain guardians who also vanished leaving no trace behind. Believe it or not they were sure that I was innocent and those who took the lives of the elderly Shields couple took me with them. My not so convincing backstory I told them after the disappearance of Evan was now looked at as a lie I was forced to tell. They had a false lead on a gang. The authorities believed that they were blackmailing our family and threatened to kill us if we told anyone. I believe they mixed this together in connection with Evan. His body was found a year later in some country town. The coroner identified him via his dental records and they also found a cultist tattoo on his arm. The same one which was common among lowlife street thugs and criminals of the area.

The police were looking for me but I was good enough to cover my moves and they never found me. I was first declared missing then legally dead. Jane Shields, the girl living in the woods died on paper. If only I could say the same thing about myself.