Supernatural: The Untold Story

Supernatural: The Untold Story

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18 years ago October 25 1985: Jack follows his parents as they bring his little sister, Ace, to bed; she was barely 2 years of age at this time. Jack is later tucked in and after a few hours of sleep he is awoken by an unfamiliar noise coming from the other room, he goes to parent's room to wake them up but they are not in there. He walks downstairs to where the noise is coming from, he sees his mother walking around a creature, he can't quite see because it's too dark, she is splashing what it appears to be boiling water on this thing. His father is standing in one spot saying unfamiliar words softly to himself. Jack covers his ears cause all of a sudden the creature starts screaming out of pain and jack yells at his parents to stop, his dad quickly stops reading when he notices his son is standing there and his mother whips around to her father and yells at him to not stop reading but it's too late and the creature breaks free and kills his father and his mother grabs him and races to his sister's nursery she locks him and his sister in the closet and tells him not make a peep. The creature enters the nursery and Jack can hear his mother speak to the creature but then the creature kills her. The next morning Jack wakes up to the police carrying him and his sister to an ambulance. After a full scale investigation, the case was never resolved and Jack and Ace Murillo's parent's death remains a mystery. They were later sent to their aunt and uncle's house where they lived for the next 18 years. Throughout the years they discover that their parents were hunters, and the creature that killed their parents was a demon. They were raised and trained on how to hunt and how to survive, and this is where our story begins.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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