Unnatural
Journal entry 1
If there's one thing in life I've figured out, it's that there is more stuff out there than we can see. I don't know all the details, but apparently, the creatures from an unseen world are around us. Damn, I don't even know if I'm safe typing all of this. I hope that my friend is posting this stuff because this might be the only way for me to warn the world of what's really out there.
My family used to be large. I had two younger brothers and a younger sister. My dad was a Jag in the US Air-force and my mom was a stay home mom. Nothing unusual ever happened as we moved from place to place around the globe. Then, IT happened.
My family was living in Washington state while my parents were going back to school. A storm came in and they were forced to stay at the school over night. The next morning, we learned that the school had been burned to the ground. No one made it out alive. My older sister, Jess, was devastated. She felt as if this was somehow her fault. Our younger siblings has a hard time taking it too. Our three year old brother did nothing but asked for mom and dad. Our fourteen and nine year old brother and sister stopped talking all together. About two weeks after the funeral, Jess and I were called by the hospital. Our brothers and grandma had died in a car accident. If that wasn't devastating enough, we learned that our nine year old sister had taken a serious head injury and was in a comm. We Buried our brothers the next day. Our sister remained in the hospital for a few more weeks before she too passed away.
The day we buried her was the day our grandpa took us into his basement and showed us something that changed our lives forever.
Weapons.
Now these aren't your everyday weapons. No, these dated back to the early 200 a.d. These weapons, according to Grandpa, had one sole purpose. To kill supernatural creatures.
Yes, they could kill a human if used that way, but Jess and I aren't human killers.
Grandpa taught us how to use all of them. He had told us that our family for hundreds of generations hunted the unseen creatures. He said that he suspected that a demon was out to kill our family. All members of thus far had been killed at random ages in random ways.
Jess took the whole thing seriously. She learned everything there was to know about hunting from how to track a demon to knowing if a house was haunted or not.
Me? I took it as seriously as my fifteen year old brain could handle while keeping my sanity. I didn't really think that any of it was real. I thought it was just a load of crap that my grandpa had made up.
Then, on Jess and I's seventeenth birthday, grandpa told us that the demon was coming to kill him. At first we thought he was joking, but then he gave Jess the keys to his ford. He claimed the she had proven herself worthy of using his car. Then, he gave me all of his notebooks. And I mean all of them. Grandpa told us then and there that he knew that we would make the right decisions when the time came to decide whether or not Jess and I would continue the family business. Our parents chose not to follow the path given to them by their parents, so he knew he couldn't force us to do anything we didn't want too. Jess was all for it. She loved it. I, on the other hand, was too sure about it.
Then everything went cold. Grandpa told us to leave the house and to not look back no matter what we heard. Jess obeyed him without question. She took my hand and literally dragged me outside. No sooner than we had done so, the house exploded. In the fire, I saw a man that wasn't my grandpa. I knew right then and there, I was going to hunt that jerk down even if it killed me.
No one hurts my family and gets away with it.
