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I Shouldn't have joined the Marines. Author -Spencer Konieczke (Please give credit) This is my first professional well written creepypasta.

You can call me Joe, It all started in 1998, I was stationed in Virginia in the Marine corps. At the time I was about 20 years old. Clean cut. Short dark brown hair. Blue eyes with a short goatee. I had just finished my training and I was about to leave for Kuwait. (For those of you who don't know during the late 90s the US was at war with them) Another fucking Arab country. So it was December 28. 1998, Roanoke, Virginia. 2100 Hours. As me and my unit board the bus (this mission didn't require flight) We noticed something strange. Just brushed It off for the time. We were joking, drinking good ol' jack Daniels, I popped in my Tool CD. And we fucking blasted Forty Six and two. It was at this time Sgt Wilson joined us and something wasn't right He got on board and he didn't say a word until about 5 hours into the drive. He looked like he'd seen something horrific. I asked what's wrong sir? He gave me a cold emotionless look. And said "You don't know what suffering is" At this moment he jumped out the bus window and he died from suicide. We were all stunned. But couldn't wrap our heads around it. Of course we are all tough Marines with big fucking guns I had my carbon action rifle in my hand. As always. So we had to continue on without him. We finally arrived to a ghost town (Believe me not a person in fucking sight) I Then got a message on my 2-way pager. I always kept in on my belt. It was from Sgt Wilson's phone....... But how? He fucking killed himself in front of us. It said. "GET OUT" I Was shaking, I showed the message to my men and they didn't know what to think of It. We walked to a nearby diner. I lit up a cigarette and ordered a cup of coffee to Sober up from the jack Daniels. Me and the men were bullshitting. And this old Arabic man walks in he had long White hair his eyes had no pupils he was wearing a brown leather jacket, black jeans and had 2 earrings (small hoops) He shouted something in some language but it wasn't Arabic He said MER DE NOMS SHA AKI ABI DO. I looked up what this meant. And my Heart dropped. It translates to: You are next in death, dark Lord will reap your soul. Turns out the language he shouted this in was a dead language that was used by Pagans around the 1600s. Now I should have mentioned Kuwait has a pagan background. It was Now 8 in the morning it's been 5 days since the encounter with this old man. It is January, 2, 1999. Monday, 8:02 AM. for the past five days we've been experiencing some strange things. Well at this point we came to an impasse, we saw an old abandoned building with a pentagram etched into the roof, and outside walls. If your wondering yes we've killed many gooks so far. We walked into the building and there was a solid bright red coffin in plain sight. With red candles Around it. Jake touches my back and says what the fuck are we doing here. I tell him to shut up and I opened the casket what I saw inside..

Was the body of Sgt Wilson Dressed in a nice black suit with tie. And his military hat on. Engraved on the coffin read: Sgt Alexander William Wilson Born May 18th 1935 -Died December 28th 1998 Age: 63 I couldn't believe what I was seeing some sick fuck sacrificed our beloved Sgt. We bailed as the full moon approached we headed back to the diner and tried to grip what we all just witnessed. By the way my unit is Jake, John, Dennis, Myself and Luke.

Luke, You got a smoke? How the fuck can you be thinking of smoking at a time like this..... Jeez calm down man. I just have a slow time processing all this. Dennis gets up and goes to the restroom. We just sat there silent. It's now January 5th 1999. Still in the diner. Dennis has been in the restroom for 2 hours I knocked to check if he Was okay. No answer. I bashed in the door. To My horror and disbelief I saw Dennis's cold Bloody dead body laying there. He apparently shot himself and no one heard it hell, I didn't hear a gun go off. We contact the police this time. They couldn't do anything. Just took pictures, and closed the diner as a crime scene. It's now January 8th. We've been held hostage in this building by the enemy. And it's not looking good for me. Dennis, Jake, and John are dead. It's just me and luke now. We are scared, hungry. And don't know what will happen to us. A gook dressed in all green. Came in with a loaded 44. He said something in Arabic while I didn't catch. Shot and killed Luke right in front of me....... I cried noooo!! fucking piece of shit. All I could do was sit there and cry knowing I was going to die next. The gook walked out. And didn't come back.

It's been 3 months I've been held prisoner..... I can't take it. I'm barely being fed. I stink serveley I need a shower. It is April 19 1999. Then It happened. I heard the us Marines storm through the door they came in firing from all cylinders. Killing about the 25 gooks that were living in the building. I was freed, taken to the hospital where I was treated. April 20 1999. This school shooting happened in Colorado today. 15 people dead. And 20 some injured. I can't believe what the world is coming to. It is now January 1 2000. A new millennium. A new start for myself. The past 8 months I have been bettering my life. I have a job. I was honorably discharged in April 99. I had about 58 Confirmed kills. I was watching TV. When I get a phone call. It's my sister she's babbling nonsense and crying. Then she finally says. MOM AND DAD ARE DEAD! My heart fell to the floor. I couldn't believe what I am hearing. The tears welling up in my eyes I fell to the floor. January 7th the day of the funeral. All of my surviving marine friends attended giving a 21 gun salute. My father served from 1969-1974 In Vietnam. What a day. I slowly walked up to my dead parents caskets. I said goodbye one last time kissing them both. Tonight was a night I knew I was gonna get drunk

Me and a few marine buddy's are at my apartment partying. Everything is going great. I got so fucked up. I remember one of my buddy's said something that pissed me off and I beat the shit out of him swinging blows left right I stopped after 2 guys pulled me off. little did I know I had killed him. This was the last day of my life. As I knew it.

I got 25 to life for second degree murder. It was an open shut case I went to levinworth, Federal prison because I killed a fellow marine. I joined a Neo-Nazi skinhead gang. And got protection against the niggers. Oh I didn't mention I hate niggers. Fast forward 14 years. It's 2014. I'm eligible for my first parole hearing and hope it goes well. Well guess what? They are releasing me on parole. It's now 2015. I've been released. I am now 38 years old. If i learned anything in prison it's that time goes by faster. I also converted to paganism And one last thing I'm sorry I killed everyone. Yes I killed my unit the Sgt and my parents. You didn't see that coming did you? I'm back in prison since I confessed and I'm not getting Out until the year. 2068. I would be 100 years old if I live to that. -Final entry - It is November 30th 2068. I am getting released again I am now 101. Today is the anniversary of my release. See you soon. I may be coming to see you next. 