Daniel was born out of town.
He was raised with unloving parents that worship the fallen angel xeemoog. They brainwashed the child and continuously abused him at a young age.
Once CPS found out about Daniel they took him away but, the caseworker somehow disappeared.
The police found the body burnt to a crisp in the middle of a pentagram.
They discovered a black and purple box with a blood stained ritual knife and the heart of their victim.
That day Daniels parents we're arrested and the poor boy was taken into the care of 2 Catholic Foster parents.
He didn't stay for long for they were dead.
That week he was sent to CCMA.
This is how it latched.
This is a story of the creation of the gates to hell.For this is the story of one of xeemoogs sins, one of his demons.
October 9,1986
I check in at my usual time and give straight to the medicine cabinets.
Its time for my children to take their medicine.
David follows not too far behind at one of our jr volunteers.
Daniel walks up to me for his medicine when Davey tugs on my shirt to ask to go see some of the kids.
"You're new here aren't you? " Daniel whispers to David.
"No, I'm here for volunteer work!! Mom always talked about this place and how great it was and I wanted to come! " David semi-yells.
Daniel looked a little sad so, I suggested that David go play with him after he has his medicine.
Something was off about Daniel though. He looked almost human but, more of an other being. His eyes were pale and had small bits of purple in it.
I didn't take any opposition to it and let them play anyway.
I passed the patient background room again and again;it pulling me inside it making me want to go inside and snoop.
Then I couldn't help it. That night after David went to my mom's for the night;I snuck into the patient background room and looked up Daniel's name. I found his file.
The clocks stopped at 3:10AM.
This time it was quiet.
I went through his file and found that he killed 2 people.He was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment once he turned 18 but, the charges dropped when Mr. Campbell took him in for 15 years in the asylum.
He was a sweet boy and I didn't get why he'd do that. That's when I noticed Daniel standing at the doorway. He looked at me and started talking in tounges.
He wouldn't stop speaking Latin.
"NEQUE IN TENEBRES FOLIORUM"
he kept screaming.
"QUI VENIT SUPERATUS! "
he repeated louder and louder. His laugh was other worldly.
It scared for me for a bit but, it came to mind that he's ill. He can't help but act this way. He's been through so much as a child. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.
"I was young and dumb.
I didn't know what was to come of him. "
"What happened? "
He attacked.
He held the bloody ritual knife and showed me the side that killed those foster parents.
He showed me his inner demon.
Daniel held me down with inhuman like strength. I struggled trying to get him off but, with every strike he threw at me
Every blow with his fist. Every slice on my skin still bled.
I couldn't hit him back because David came to mind.
That's the last thing I remember of night 5.
Authors note
This story is badly worded and weird to read b/c she is an old woman retelling a story that happened 32 years ago. She won't remember every detail but, tries her best to recall the story.
It doesn't make sense for a reason you decide.
Btw sorry for the extremely short chapter just know it's a work in progress.
Xoxo,
Foxy The Fabulous
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HorrorThis is the story of a boy named Daniel. He was a sweet boy;loved to draw and play the violin. I was his care taker. My name is Savanna Delkray I was born and raised in sleepy peak, Ohio. Growing up my mother and I would always volunteer at our...
