Joseph

Suspense Stories | Mar 1, 2012 | 6 min read
156 Votes, average: 4 out of 5

My name is Joseph and I kill vampires. Before you get up and leave, hear me out. I'll give you a story for your newspaper that will win you the freakin' Pulitzer. It might jus save a few lives too. I'll tell you how I ended up in this God forsaken place.


It all happened when I was about thirteen years old. I was helping Mama do the dishes. Dad was in the recliner reading the sports section like he did every Sunday. My sister Anna was sitting in the floor reading some teeny bopper magazine.


Suddenly, there was a series of loud knocks on the front door. At first nobody moved to answer it. Who could it be at this hour? The knocking grew louder and more frequent. Mama finally yelled for someone to answer the "dang door." That was the funny thing about Mama. Dad swore like a sailor, but she was always Miss Prim and Proper.


Dad finally put down his paper and walked to the door, swearing the whole time. As he opened it, he was knocked down by a creepy looking dude in sunglasses. He had long, jet black hair and was wearing a black trenchcoat. Why this guy was wearing sunglasses and a coat in the middle of August at 9 PM was beyond me. Besides that, this guy looked like he hadn't seen the sun in decades. I mean he was freakin' ghostly pale. He looked like a skeleton he was so skinny, yet this beanpole had knocked Dad flat with one punch! I had never seen my father physically hurt. Now here he was bleeding from the nose and mouth.


Mama instinctively ran for the door. She was stopped by another albino in coat and sunglasses. This one was much more portly than the sucker puncher. I stared in horror and shock as Mama was bit on the neck by the fat fiend! Blood squirted everywhere, just like something out of a horror movie. Mama crumpled amidst what seemed like gallons of blood and gore.


Anna screamed like a banshee as she too tried to escape. The fat goon grabbed her and wouldn't loosen his death grip, even after she bit his arm.


I was even more of a fighter than my sister. I jumped in to try and help Dad. I didn't care that these two were obviously vampires. All I wanted to do was avenge Mama's apparent death. I charged the skinny one and got swatted like a bug for my trouble. I flew at least ten feet and landed on the coffee table, splintering it into at least half a dozen pieces. I had seen enough vampire movies to know how to deal with these undead creeps. I grabbed one of the splintered table legs and waited for an opening.


Meanwhile, Dad was back in the fight. He was nailing the skinny vamp with punches that would've broken the jaw of a heavyweight boxer. Instead of going down, or even flinching, Slim just stood there like he wasn't even being hit.


I used my father's flurry to make my move. Dad nailed the ghoul with a big right hook. I sneaked up behind the bloodsucker with my makeshift wooden stake in hand. I plunged it into his back with all the strength my puny, teenaged body could muster. Anatomy class had paid off because I managed to hit the heart on the first try.


The pale faced freak let out a blood curdling scream as he once again knocked me for a loop. He collapsed in a heap on to our living room floor that now looked like a freakin' twister had blown through it.


Dad looked around for the fat fiend who had grabbed Anna. I watched in disgust as the vampire I had killed reverted to a pile of primordial ooze and finally dust. Anna was gone and so was Porky.


I was startled from my somber stupor by another ear piercing scream. It was my grief stricken father, cradling  my dead and bloody mother in his arms. This would be the first and only time I ever saw him cry.


The next scene that unfolded will haunt me to my grave. Dad again screamed, this time from physical, rather than emotional, pain. Mama wasn't exactly dead. She was now one of the undead! The bite from Porky earlier had done the job. She pulled Dad to her and sank her fangs into his jugular.


As I mentioned, I've seen enough horror movies to know what had to be done. I grabbed two more broken table legs and silently drove them into the black hearts that now inhabited the bodies of my parents.


You may ask yourself how could I kill the two most important, influential and loving people in my life, right? The people who had shaped me as a person and shown more affection than I would ever know again. My answer to you would be that these were no longer my parents. My parents were dead as soon as they were bitten. Their spirits had been corrupted by abominations spawned in the depths of Hell. I had released and cleansed them from this curse.


Sirens signaled the arrival of the city's finest. At that moment they weren't so fine to me. Where were they when my sister was being kidnapped and my family being murdered? Two officers came in with guns drawn. They asked me what had happened, but all I could get out was incoherent babbling.


They told me at the police station that they had found my sister's body upstairs. Her throat had been cut from ear to ear. Both of my parents were found in pools of blood. Their hearts had been pierced by the same knife that had killed Anna. Then they asked me a question that puzzles me to this day, nearly two decades later. They asked me why! Why had I killed my entire family? According to them, they found me kneeling next to my dead parents with the murder weapon in hand!


I couldn't believe it! I knew it hadn't been a dream. I proceeded to relay the story to the police about the two undead intruders. Naturally they seemed skeptical. Who wouldn't be? I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I asked them about the broken furniture and the ashen remains of the slain vampires. They told me that there were no signs of a struggle. I had apparently ambushed my family before they could put up a fight, they said. As for the ashes, they said with sly smiles that the "wind must've blown them away." Their condescending tones infuriated me.


I now know the truth. Soon you will know it too. The world is crawling with these hellspawn! High government positions are occupied by demons, ghouls and devil worshippers! I was framed by the undead that run our city's corrupt police force. They made it look like I was the murderer! In reality, it was self defense.


They used their unholy and mystical powers to manipulate the crime scene. I must've blacked out and can't remember anything that happened for several minutes after I killed the monsters that were formerly my parents.


Don't believe me huh? Neither did anyone else. That's why I"m locked up in this freakin' nuthouse. I know the truth. When your paper comes out, they will know that I know. Then others will know too! Now all I can do is wait for the day they come for me. I'll be ready for them though. You should get ready too!


THE END

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Joey webb May 28, 2012

Thanks for all the nice comments. For the one who said it probably didn'thappen...of course it didn'tthat's why it's called fiction. Also, if you notice the main character says he will give the person he's telling the story to something that will win he/s

Joey webb May 28, 2012

obviously*

Steph Apr 3, 2012

aawwwsum story was fuking brill i like stuff like this :D

Twix Mar 15, 2012

Gosh, that was so awezome! Especially the fact there's vamps in this! :D Great story man!

Angel Mar 7, 2012

nice twist

Shaun Adams Mar 6, 2012

Nice story joey Webb. :-) Works well with good twists.

Amit Mar 6, 2012

good job Joey.

Sejan Mar 5, 2012

If your fucking locked up in a nuthouse how the hell did you write this story,and how does Joseph relate to the story, and everybody knows that vampires are not true, fake story you probably wrote it off the top of your head i don'tbelieve you and there i

Taylor Mar 28, 2012

seriously? You do know that this is just a writer making a short-story, right? He wants to get his writing out there so he will be discovered. So no need to be so hateful, Sir. :)

L.A. Camp Mar 3, 2012

Good story. Great opener too and like the way you finished

Logan Mar 3, 2012

This beats the heck out of Twilight. Nice job!

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