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Suspense Stories | Jul 29, 2012 | 2 min read
40 Votes, average: 3 out of 5
Hi! My name is Mark. My life was ordinary.
I worked in a bank and I was happy with my payment.
I lived with my parents because I didnt want them in a retirement home.
Here my story starts.

It all started four to five days ago. My father went to church what was strange of him. When he came home he didnt say a word. He just sat there and looked me and my father with some strange smile. But he looked happy to me.
Next day as I was coming home from work I saw police close to our house. I saw three dead people. A man, woman and a child. I asked what happened and police said that they have never seen such a horrible crime. Their skin has been ripped off while they were probably alive and with their blood whole house was written with pentagrams and 666.
I was shocked with that but I was to tired to bother with it.
That night was calm and I saw police going away. My mother was shocked with that event but my father wasnt and that was a bit strange but I thought cause he was a marine he saw enough blood. He probably killed lots of people but he never admited it to me. Probably cause it wasnt a pleasant story to tell.

Next day I went to job and there I read the news that killer wasnt found. I did my job and went back home where I saw police again. My first thought was that they are searching the house for evidence but no! This time it was a house across our house. There were dead parents and three dead children and again house was painted with blood in pentagrams and 666. Now I started to worry about my own life.
My mother was so shocked she went to see a doctor to take pills to relax but my father was still serious even I think happy! I am even afraid to think about his face that day. He seriously wasn't worried.

And now third day in a row I was coming from work and there werent any police. I was finally happy. Maybe they caught him. Home I ate supper and went to sleep. In the middle of the night I went into my parents room because I thaught I heard a scream.
I walked in and saw my mother nailed to wall dead and whole wall was covered with pentagrams and 666.
Then I saw IT! My father was in some church four days ago and now I saw it was a satanic church.
My father smiled and he ripped of his face.
Under the skin was a goats face. It was a demon. He had goats head and hooves.
The last thing I saw was a vision of hell in his eyes.
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Steven Drake Jul 30, 2012

Hi Kristijan, Your story feels like you've read a story and recounted the highlights, i hope your future stories have character and plot development, good luck

Alexandria Jul 29, 2012

I really enjoyed this story, but I feel that it is missing something. I feel like I just had a conversation with a friend who gave me a quick overview of the events, but it leaves me wanting more. I can definitely see this being turned into an awesome pie

Andreea Jul 29, 2012

Good story, but with an expected ending. Anyway, keep writing and for your next story try to include little bit of suspence in it. ;)

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