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My family is very compelled to the paranormal life. When I say this, I mean a lot of things. I mean that there is some curse or taboo that runs deep within our blood and genetic coding. I mean that there seems to be some type of addiction we are bind to that involves the world of horror and tremor. What I mean is that in our genetic coding there is some type of DNA sample that grants us this unquiet thirst to try to dive deep inside the realm of evil and fear. Our restless hearts will never be put to ease by the amount of horror shock we are rendered. There is always something that can be scarier, or something that can make us not want to sleep at night. How many hours have I spent just surfing through the internet trying to scavenge for the best high-quality video of ghost being captured in film? Plenty. More than a sane person should spend all of that time on. Each time I enter my computer in order to discover the most fearsome and gruesome photo, film, or documentary, I seem to be trapped inside my own head that is an endless perpetuity of horrors waiting to be unfolded. I always attempt to read at least every single horror short story I could find in the internet. My book shelves is accommodated mostly of Stephen King novels, and magazines/anthropologies that publish horror and science fiction short stories. That’s not all. There’s way more to it. I have lived the world consisted of ghost, spirits, demons, and other-worldly creatures that seem to haunt at twilight. My family has lived and experienced with their own eyes and flesh what true monsters await us humans in the night. They have countless memories of furtive beast lurking amongst cloaking leaves and bushes, trying to find some shelter or area to hide upon. I can always reminisce on the moments of my younger life when my father would be surrounded by his many children, and he would randomly spill a tale about some type of experience of his with either a gnome or ghost. It wouldn’t even happen randomly, but better yet it would occur out of instinct. Somehow the topic of the paranormal would rise within our conversation, and we would blabber on and on about our thoughts on the devil, poltergeist, and exorcisms.

In a way, this enigmatic dogmas that we seem to follow and pursuit as if it’s our religion is what makes us all close as family members. No matter what age, gender, or part of the family they are, I bond with every last one of my siblings, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents due to our ideals on this subject.

So it didn’t strike me in any way weird or bizarre that my two cousins and I ended up reunited in their backyard one weekend night. We were thriving towards the end of the summer, and the beginning of an onerous school year, so we wanted to take out as much fun from the minimum nights we have left together as a family. I live in Miami, and I came to visit my Aunt Maria’s house in Northern New Jersey. She owns an entire two-floored house with a basement and a garage. The residents of this household consist of my Aunt Maria with her husband, my Uncle Jose, and their daughter who is my cousin named Elena. My aunt Maria is from my mother’s side, and resembles an identical facial structure as my mother’s. They have these squared chins that offer them a look of austerity. My cousin Elena also contains that facial structure, but in my opinion it appears much more delicate on her.

I came to New Jersey with my cousin named Andy from my father’s side of the family. Andy and I are the same age, which at the time was seventeen years old. It was our first time heading to another state by airplane all by ourselves. I consider Andy as one of my closest family members in my entire family, and sometimes name him my brother. I have two older brothers already, but they’re far pass my age. They already have their own lives and family to be concerned about, but I still love them nevertheless. It’s just that Andy and I have been together since the beginning of our lives. I’m older than Andy by two months, since I was born in June and he on the beginning of August.

His father, which is my uncle, and my father are very close as brothers. We all live near each other, which further contributed to our indestructible bond we have molded and maintained for all of our childhood and beyond. Andy and I share a common interest in sports such as soccer and volleyball, and have an addiction to chocolate and video games. In total, Andy is like a twin. We contain the same eyes as our ancestors, which consist of very slanted and squinted eyes that can blossom to a round and marvelous circle only when needed. Our body figures are also quite the same—we make sure to keep one another in perfect shape for the ladies.

The best part of all is that Andy and I rarely fight in our lives. We’re always at equal ends, and when we do cross different paths in certain situations, we make sure to view these moments as an opportunity to learn from our differences. It’s very scarce for Andy and me to be at alternate ends.

Elena is just a year older than Andy and I, but that doesn’t make her any less distant from us than I am to Andy. In fact sometimes it’s the three of us that stick together who are the younger members of our expanding and immense family tree. We’re all decedents from Ecuador, and so we have a massive family line that stretches all the way to the other coast in California.

But to me the best thing is that Elena and Andy can bond primarily because they share common characteristics, and not because I just so happen to be related to the both of them. They would have never met in their lives if it weren’t for me, since they are part of my two different families. Yet we all get along no matter where or who we came from, and that’s just the enlightening part.

“Fucking mosquitos keep on sucking on my damn blood,” Elena bickered, and proceeded to smack her revealing thighs and feet with her bare hands. Each time her skin made contact, it would sound as if Zeus himself clapped thunder by how loud and alarming the noise equated to. Meanwhile I was waving my arms up in the air as if I was having a seizure in order to swoosh away all of those damn bugs.

“Shit, and I thought them bitches were annoying back in Florida,” Andy added in. The three of us were seated in these very comfortable camping chairs that you can easily assemble in a triangular formation. A single lamp was placed in the middle of our position that illuminated a tenuous yellow light.

Elena’s backyard isn’t the grandest or moderately astonishing thing in the world, but it was something. There was little space compared to what people would normally call a “backyard”, but to me I have always found it spectacular. It was just a rectangular area about six yards wide and four yards in length, and is connected to all the other backyards in her neighborhood. “Hell it’s summer,” I began. “They’re going to be sucking on our skin and blood until October arrives, at least. We might as well enjoy the night’s warmness while it last,” It was a fantastic night to be chilling with my cousins in a relaxing vibe only we can construct with each other. The night’s air was very fresh and placid, and once in a while a nice, relinquishing wind would breeze by that would offer a sensation similar to that of an autumn evening. The grass near our feet that are rooted to the ground would dance and swerve with the touch of the pushing air, and the first sight of the season fall would rejoice in our face with the beginning leaves moving and descending down our bodies. I enjoyed the outdoors that moment very much.

It was around eleven in the night, and we were stationed in Elena’s backyard for quite a while. It’s always like that. Whenever we all get together in her house, my aunt and uncle give us permission to hang out in their backyard for as long as we can. We sometimes even have sleepovers outside, but this habit was put to rest one morning when Andy woke to a skunk nearly inches away from his face.

Usually we’d bring delicious snacks such as tortilla chips, Skittles, pound cakes, and of course a variety of chocolates. This night, however, the only source of food we had to munch on was an old bag of Doritos that were already half-way done to begin with. None of us contained any money to go up the block to a twenty-four hour store in order to buy more snacks. I didn’t mind. I was mostly hogging the back of chips since neither Elena or Andy particularly enjoy Doritos.

Our conversations drifted from the dread of beginning school once again, to how everything was where we lived. The occasional joke would be spoken, and of course the teasing of one another. Our discussions just flowed by nicely and smoothly as if we just knew how exactly to talk to one another. Our colloquial choices of words came out of instinct, and there was never a moment of awkward silence amongst us.

“But yea, that was the last time I spoke to Steph,” Andy sighed. He took a handful of Doritos from the bag resting on my lap. “Damn I’m hungry, but these chips are ass.” He reluctantly chewed on the bits of chips he had snatched away from me.

“But wait, hold up,” Elena began with her thick Hispanic accent. She had arrived at the United States around the age of eleven, unlike Andy and I. We were sent to Miami with our parents when we were three years old, and quickly learned the English tongue without a problem. Elena didn’t have any difficulty also practicing speaking English, but no matter what she’d always have just a hint or spark of her accent. It’s what makes Elena my cousin. “I thought you were really into Stephanie? [Que paso]?”

“She became a slut, that’s what happened,” Andy spat. “Whatever. I can find me a nice chick one day like Jose over here.” Andy admired my girlfriend of ten months, Cassandra. It wasn’t an adulation that would make me worried or intimidated of Andy with my lady, but instead it was as if he flattered the relationship I had built with her.

“Yeah, Cass says she misses us, dude,” I said. “But she nearly smacked me when I scared her with one of our ghostly tales.” I burst into laughter at the memory of that evening. “[Ah man]. I love scaring people, I swear.”

“Ay, you’re so mean!” Elena pinched my leg. I let out a tiny yelp, but didn’t protest. Instead I giggled even more. “What fucked up story did you tell the poor girl?”

“Of course the main one that will forever be my prized memory,” I bragged. “When Carlos and I were at the basement, and we spotted a head poking out from the closet. And then the next day we investigated the inside of it, and we found blood smeared on the wall. C’mon, I must’ve told you guys this a bunch of time.” It was the single story of my daunting life that I could name my own, and just idolize it. Carlos, my oldest brother, came to visit my house for about a month. He was on vacation, and wanted to spend time with our parents and me. On the very first night we headed down my basement in order to “have an adventure”, the way Carlos stated it, since he had heard dozens of stories about my house being supposedly haunted by my father and I.

I can say with much confidence that Carlos’s curiosity was completely satisfy. He was scared shitless. The remaining weeks he had visiting us he spent every single night sleeping in my room, and I would often find his trembling body snuggled with layers upon layers of blankets. He would huddle up near my side, and I would have to turn up the air conditioner by how much I was being suffocated by the scorching heat Carlos delivered.

“Yeah, yeah we’ve heard that crap a bunch of times,” Andy spoke up. “Do any of you guys have a new story to tell?” A wild and vivid grin crossed his thin lips. I could easily discern the remarkable excitement in his eyes with the desire to announce a latest horror tale that he had to offer. This caught me off guard since normally we would immediately tell one another when something extremely shocking of fearful happened. I was very intrigued by this sudden pace in my cousin.

“[Ay no],” Elena murmured. “Not now, please! I don’t want to be scared now. It’s too dark and scary for this type of crap. C’mon let’s just change the subject.”

“Now hold up, sis,” I interrupted. “I’m actually kinda interested in what Andy has to say. Spill it, dude.”

“Eh,” he whined. “I don’t know. Maybe if someone else goes first, then I’ll go. Trust me this one is going to scare the living hell out of all of you guys.”

“Nope. Nope. That’s it, we’re talking about something else!” Elena shivered either at the reoccurring wind, or by her imagination getting the best of her. I always found it amusing how terrified my cousin could get. “Um…damn! I’m a bit curious now, too. [Vamos!] Tell your dumb story.”

“I [said] if someone else goes first,” my hard-headed cousin said. “I want my shit to be the main event. C’mon, Jose, I know you have at least something to offer. Even something little like those stories you read on the internet.”

“Fine, I got one,” I finally said. “You’re going to love this one. Three cousins were sitting on a backyard and talking about random bs. The one annoying male cousin wouldn’t reveal whatever ‘fantastic’ story he has to offer, and the other cousin ended up murdering him out of his annoyance with that cousin. The end. Moral of the story? Don’t be a cocksucker.”

Elena burst into laughter that lasted for about three minutes straight. I joined in on her parade of laughter, and I gazed how Andy’s face rose to an infuriated red. I almost choked on the powder of Doritos I was still inhaling.

“Alright, I get it you bastard.” Andy sat straight, and coughed on his palms. “Okay. Get ready. Are you sure you want to hear this horrific-“

A noise sprouted into life off in the distance. It sounded like a branch snapping in half, but it had the complexion of a rattling and vibrating noise. The three of us froze in our positions. The lamp with its luminous light made Andy’s and Elena’s faces glow with a hollow and dismal look in their eyes. My face sunk deep into an abysmal paranoia. You’d think that a person like myself would be unaffected by such nonsense as a piece of wood breaking apart, but that crunching noise was something else. It gave off that doleful factor only I could rarely elucidate.

“What was that?” Elena asked. Her red and thick hair tangled around her face and neck, and it concealed half of her face. Her eyes were in a state of panic, and I could tell by how she refused to allow her body to quiver in dread that she didn’t want to leave herself vulnerable to either Andy or me. Elena shifted her legs up on her chair so that she could cross them, and remained in a meditating position.

“If you want I can go check it out,” Andy insisted. “It sounded near the left entryway. It’d be quick, and we wouldn’t have to deal with this unreal fear.” He smiled, but there was something different about it. His companionship to do such an audacious thing seemed to be reeled back by the unnoticeable terror hidden within the clandestine barriers that his soul maintains. Andy never wants to be seem as some type of pussy or sissy, so he’d risk his life if he had to in order to prove his assertiveness.

“Ight man. If you think you have the confidence, then go for it.” I didn’t want to force Andy to go, but at the same time I didn’t want to deal with that stuff myself. I had learned over the many years of observing the other realm of the supernatural that it’s better to avoid a fire once it’s ignited. I had a feeling of great depth that Andy was about to dive into an ocean of flames.

But it all could just be my imagination.

“I’ll be right back then,” Andy said, and trailed off to the exit near his side. Elena and I listened as his footsteps attracted the sprinkled leaves, and as he broke them with the soul of his shoes. He opened the silver gate in order to enter the small passageway, and it creaked with a rusty and ancient sound to it. All was silent except for the noise of his stomping steps. I glimpsed at Elena at times, and she would have her eyes dilated with either frustration or numbness to her own fear.

Not even the echo of my cousin’s steps were audible. All was quiet except for my muffling inhales and exhales. The silence took hostage of my ears, and I began hearing that tingling ringing noise when there are no sound waves bouncing inside your eardrums. I concentrated on the lamp in front of me so I wouldn’t give permission for my mind to lead on a road of horror fantasies that would make me regret this night.

“Boo!” Andy reappeared in the middle of Elena and me next to the lamp. Elena screamed at the top of her lungs, and I only let out a quick and breath-taking gasp. My heart thumped against my chest, but I didn’t want to give Andy the upper hand at succeeding to actually frighten me. Instead I laughed at my other cousin’s reaction to the entire thing. I swear she had at least one more shout left in her by how her chest was puffing up and down.

“I got you!” Andy proclaimed. “Ah, that’s [golden]. It was just some dumb stray cat.” Andy sat back down on his camping chair. Elena was still breathing as if she was having cardiac arrest combined with an asthma attack. “Ight, where was I?”

“Ya no!” Elena yelped. “That was scary enough. Let’s just call it a night and-“

“Shh!” I sliced in. “I want to hear his story still. Go bro.”

“Thank you,” Andy showed me his gratitude. “Alright, here’s how it goes.” He cleared his throat, and right then and there something in his eyes shifted. They seem to have become more slick, and with a gravitas so opposite of his normally silly eyes. Even the air surrounding him became hard to breathe from. A smiled stitched in his lips, and it displayed all of his whitening teeth.

“This is a story of how a boy became a demon,” he began. “I heard it from a friend back in school, and researched it myself. So this boy was sick to start with. He would kill bugs for the fun of it, and just had mental problems his family had never noticed or realized. The devil spoke to him one night in his room, and stated that he can become a similar being like himself if he followed some simple guidelines.

“The devil told the boy he must kill something the first day of every month for seven months. Some say the devil chose seven months to emphasize on the seven deadly sins. Other says that it’s just the way things went. Anyways, the devil proposed this offering, and the child took with without hesitation.”

I had never been so lured or taken in by Andy’s narrative of his surreal stories. Each word and phrase that escaped his lips just pulled me inside deeper and deeper into the world he was trying to persuade Elena and me to enter. Andy seemed to have figured out exactly when to pause, and how to choose his words wisely. But it was more than that. Each letter he said casted a spell that would hypnotize me into his story. It felt…exotic.

“The first month the child had to kill just a plant,” Andy continued. At this point everything from the outside world was just a blurry space nothing important or valuable. “A simple plant from his garden, that’s all. Then the second month the child had to stomp on some bugs. Again, nothing major. The third month the boy had to murder a bird, so he snapped the neck of a blue jay that would often chirp near his garden.

“The fourth month arrived, and he had to either kill a cat or a dog. The boy asked if he could just kill both, and the devil smiled and said ‘of course you can.’ So the child sliced the limbs off of both animals, and watched them bleed out as their blood soaked into the earth’s dirt. The fifth months came, and the devil asked the child to have a massive massacre of multiple animals. The child, of course, burned down an entire farm.”

“The sixth month is when things became extreme. The devil questioned the boy if he can kill one of his own kind, and the child nodded his head with enthusiasm. So the devil commanded to kill a human being. Someone unimportant in his life. So the boy slit the throat of a hobo near where he lived After all the blood damped the knife, the child licked in clean.

“Finally the seventh month rose. The devil’s final request was that the boy should murder someone in his family. Specifically someone he loves very much. The child didn’t hesitate, or gave off any clue of reluctance. He already had in mind who he wanted to kill…”

Andy looked at me dead in the eyes, and I had no other option but to glance back. My cousin stared at me with those different eyes of his. They rendered a chilling and unwanted feeling to rise inside my soul. I had never seen a look so grimy and malicious ever before. Andy, after thirty seconds of still not turning away from me, just narrowed his eyes to a more atrocious stare. The egregious force of torture he gave off with those eyes made my hear drum against my lungs. This was a new type of horror I had never experienced before. It was a mix of betrayal and an unnerving portent of something disastrous about to crumble from the earth.

The snapping noise came to life once more.

“Dammit! I’ll go again…” Andy rushed immediately to the passageway once more. I sat there frozen in my own skin, and unable to comprehend or interpret what had just occurred. The trance Andy was settling upon me must have taken complete control of my brain, and twitched it to believe such wicked and wrongful things about him. Not only that, but I felt trapped in some type of void that only reflected upon the evils within myself. Every sin I had ever committed stared right back at me while Andy locked his eyes with mine. I just knew I didn’t want to return to that setting ever again.

“Sorry about taking so long,” Andy spoke as he strolled near his seat. “I couldn’t find out what or who made the noise. I think we should be careful for robbers, guys. Anyways, I change my mind. I want someone else to tell a story first, and then I’ll tell my horrific story!” The childish grin on his lips didn’t make me feel in any way better, but instead further added to my obnoxious fear.

“But… You were just telling a story just now,” Elena said. “The one with the boy who was talking to the devil to become a demon himself.”

“What the hell are you smoking, sis?” Andy asked with a look of absolute confusion in his face. “I didn’t tell no such story here. I never even heard of such a thing.”

“Stop fucking playing with us,” Elena barked. “When you came back the first time from investigating the noise, you were speaking your damn horror story. Shit was frightened and disturbing. SO unlike your way or talking.”

“Elena, I seriously have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Andy stood up, and waved his hands in the air the way he does in arguments. “I only came back once. I took a while to try to look for the source of the noise. C’mon, Jose, defend me-“

But I couldn’t bear to look at either one of them. I had figured everything out way before Elena and Andy could have. I just stared at the concrete floor below me, and whispered to myself not to panic. I repeated to myself that I shouldn’t leave myself open, and that I should handle this all carefully and thoroughly.

“Jose?” Andy exclaimed. “Elena is being annoying right now. Tell her I’m right!”

“If you didn’t come back and tell that story, then who did?” Elena cried. It finally settled upon Elena what had occurred. She sat still on her chair, and I could tell my how glossy her eyes were shining that she was at the brink of bursting into tears. Her lips trembled and mumbled words only she could understand, but I knew what was going on. She was reciting a prayer. Elena was speaking holy words to defend her damn life. If I did believe in religion, I would have joined her.

“Jose? What’s going on?” Andy asked with caution in his tone. “You’re all scaring me? What happened-“

“How does the story end?” I finally spoke up. “Andy. Please tell me you know how the story ends.”

“What fucking story are you talking-“

“Andy!” I grabbed him by the shoulders, and shook his body with all my prodigious power. “Just tell me how the freaking story ends. Who dies? Do I die? [DO I DIE?”]

A blank stare only shone on his face. Meanwhile Elena was already spilling her tears from her eyes in a sorrowful waterfall. My eyes stung with the first sight of tears themselves. Whoever told us that story, it wasn’t going to end pretty.

“Andy please,” I pleaded with a tear dripping down from my right cheek.How does the story end? 