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Now if you people are scared of horror, and can easily nightmares, then this story is not for you, I am simply warning you for the sanity of myself being a horror junkie. I'm simply writing this horror, haunted story cause I have a huge imagination. If you still wanna read it despite of what I told you...
Prologue
For some reason, the moon glowed an eerie red like something ominous was bound to happen. Sirens were blaring on the streets, driving all fast and most of the regular cars quickly moved out of the way. They had got a call from the neighbors of some disturbance next door, but it sound more like screams and panic. Without a doubt, possibly a robbery in progress. The police stormed the house in groups with their guns in tow along with their batons, watching the home for possible movement. As the rest stayed alert by their cop cars, a few policemen had made their move into the yard.
"Clear."
With guns up high, they carefully tread the yard towards the door, hopefully not to alert the suppose robber to run outside, unaware of an ominous presence watching down on them with such curiosity from the attic window. Standing at each side, eyes carefully placed on the door's fully structure. Which meant that the robber had not broke down the door, that left the windows to be his only way in. Carefully touching the door knob and looking at his other fellow officers to throw the signal to open the door
Lingering in the front, the inside looked like a war took place or something bad happened. The air reeked of blood, breathing it into your lungs almost made them gag, an unsettling feeling of dread creeping along on the hairs on the back of their neck. Slowly walking on the floorboards with their guns held high, the floors creaked at each step they took, making this job even more eerie than the usual ones with psychopaths holding people hostage until they get what they wanted. But this- this was more strange.
Nobody was here to greet the police at the door, which made it possible that the family may be dead. Their flashlights on due to the darkness within the house as the lights flickered off and on, one room contained a couch with four claw marks and stuffing coming out, chair lying on its side in pieces, a blank tv and broken glass table with shards scattered about. They had be a lot careful now, who knows what kind of person the police may be dealing with, one motioned to the others to come look into the kitchen if the killer/robber was there, nodding heads and they all came out of hiding with their guns pointed at no one. Blood splatter across the table, dripping to the ground. Out came the radio to speak with the other officers:
There is a lot of blood here in the kitchen, no sign of the robber, nor the family.
Well...keep on looking...this person must be brought...down before more are k..illed.
Understood...
For some reason, the radio was getting a bit static, so it was hard to hear the chief. Then, a thump from the floor above their heads, running footsteps. They looked up at the ceiling to the noise, the officers over looked, never had thought to look upstairs for survivors, so with that being part of the plan, they snuck back over to the front of the door since the stairs were right in front of them. Not only that, one of them found fingernail marks on the floor leading to somewhere, so without a thought, the three split up, two, going towards wherever the marks led to, while the other went upstairs to investigate the noise. Lying against the wall, this one here slowly crept up the stairs despite of them creaking like the floors, cannot have them doing that, or it will alert the killer/robber and kill whoever is left. Photo pictures of the family itself with the glass busted up like someone had threw a punch. It just gets stranger, and stranger.
Meanwhile, the other two following the fingernail marking spotted the door, the markings had disappeared under there that seemed to lead towards the basement. Clutching away at the knob, slowly turning it to meet with a dark den, the rotten smell of corpse was making the two gag more than the blood air. As one slowly tipped on the stairs, from the shadows between the stairs, a claw-like gauntlet appeared to make this officer have an unfortunate accident, but then it stopped itself and slipped back into the darkness, like it was going to deal with them later. The two attempted to cover their noses from the rotten corpse smell once they reached to the bottom, looking around for the source of this gagging smell.
"What the heck is that smell? It smells like something rotten..." Shining the light around the cluttered room with empty boxes.
"I don't know... keep looking.."
Minutes of looking around the basement boxes, both have found the source of the gagging smell, dying corpses being eaten alive by maggots. Stomachs churning to the point of almost throwing up. This was enough to deal with, so with that he went to his radio to gather up what they found and get out of here, this place was already deemed creepy to stay here no longer.
Ok...have you found...a..anyth..ing upstairs...y..yet? For some reason, the radio frequency had been having trouble picking up, but they were not far from each other, why would it be acting up now?
Yes...the corpse of a young woman, slain in the bathroom.
What about the husband? Was he the one that killed her?
The husband's dead as well...but...
But? Go on, tell me.
I managed to find their fifteen-year old son.
Poor thing must be traumatized..come on, let's get out of here.
This house alone gave out a real evil-like aura, but it was the least of their worries. The police rode out from the dark home, leaving the yellow "DO NOT ENTER" tape surrounding the entrance of the door, and the teenager in tow. Why did this killer leave the kid unharmed and decides to kill his parents? This twisted world. They left the teen at a hospital to be looked over for any kind of bruises, possibly cuts, and stab wounds the killer might have left. Apparently, there was no cuts nor bruises. Strange. Most victims are injured trying to fight out their captives, but this one here seems to be so lucky to escape it. As the night shift nurses strolled through the halls, watching the patients for any irregular pattern, one of the nurses had visited the fifteen-year old with the clipboard held to her chest, slightly smiling cause she just hated her job.
"Goddamn it, dealing with these crazy, sick patients here and having puke in my pockets, I'm bound to go crazy."
She opened the door to check the patient if he was still alive breathing, but he was. What a relief. Sitting up and somewhat unaware of her presence, or so she thought, staring outside the window at the red moon, curious. She thought he was just as cute than all the guys she dated. But who and why would some person would kill his family, but spare him? This poor kid must be psychologically broken
The nurse frowned, "I'm sorry to hear about your parents' deaths, I know what's it like loosing someone that was that close to you, what kind of person would do such a thing?"
He smiled, "What if it wasn't human?"
"Wasn't human? What do you mean?"
The lights flickered, not just in the room itself, but all over the hospital. What was doing all of that? The lights flickered, not just in the room itself, but all over the hospital. What was doing all of that? Unaware of their newly patient showing off a sinister smile.
Then, all the lights went out in the hospital. The others should know about this as of now, possibly trying to figure out what just happened right now.
"Great," she mumbled, getting out her small flashlight from her front pocket. "Honestly, how in the heck the lights just go out like that. J-just stay where you are ok?"
Flashing the light over towards the light switch, flipping it on and off. She huffed, the entire hospital lights are completely out. She grabbed the radio hooked to her pants and spoke with another nurse. That witch did this.
What the heck man? How did the lights go out, and did you kill them to laugh at me?
How should I know how? I was on the first floor working, I do not keep tabs with the electricity.
You seem more smarter than me and possibly know what made the lights go out.
Shut it, I guess the weather must have. That's all I know of...
She groaned, certain that one did it for kicks. Well do something.
Oh be quiet will ya? I can see what I can do, but its best to wait til morning.
She groaned out loud, there was no way to just wait til morning for someone else to work on the lights. Well this is just great. She sat down onto the side of the bed, burying her face into her hands. "Sorry, we're having some difficulty with the lights, don't know why though," she slightly laughed despite of just sitting in the dark with just a flashlight, and no lit candles out to not waste batteries. Sadly that flashlight was not going to be on for long because this lady was a cheap-sake.
"Ah, stupid batteries. I wish they were on a longer enough til morning," she grumbled, attempting to keeping these batteries alive, hitting it against her palm of her hand. She slightly smiled, "Got it..." She frowned, grimacing at this irony, metal taste in her mouth. Tasted like blood. She coughed into her right hand, as the light flashed on it, saw that she had been tasting blood all this time. But where did it come from? Surely she did not land on anything sharp that she knew of, so what made this wound? The coughing had gotten worse, her lungs had been filled with the crimson-y color and she fell down onto the cold floor, bleeding from a freshly, made hole that just appeared there now.
Then, she forgot the patient she was talking to, maybe his mind cracked from the deathly trauma that made caused it. How did he...? When did he...? Crawling for her life, whimpering and pleading for her life, red eyes peered down at her dying life, smiling and filled without any type of sympathy. He simply left her to die from blood loss.
By morning time, doctors and other nurses have discovered dead bodies of the night shift nurses, one on the second floor on the floor with a gaping hole on her chest in her own blood, another in the elevator, sitting and staring into space being choked to death by what seems like her own hands, another found on the ground with her skull cracked open outside of the hospital, and the other hanging from the second floor room where the survivor stayed in. But he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the Earth, or at least from the city like he was being chased away. Nobody hasn't seen him last night. Possibly the killer remains at large. The only evidence forensics had found, was one, large, black feather by each dead corpse.
Was is a raven that attacked them? Or a bad unfortunate luck?
Murder in Japan
Mother, father found dead in home, the son gone missing...
Several nurses also found, slain in different places...
Also, the robber/killer remains at large.
To Be Continued...