Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26989878-20150915211551

The following story is true in its exact perspective. Hi, before I tell you about the story, I would like to explain that the 4th horseman is basically the “grim reaper”. The story has a continuing chapter.

Hi, my name is Wilfredo Paiz. I am an Italian-American (New brunswick New Jersey, and Milan Italy) author who moved into a house I’ve been always asking for, with my wife Katie, and two kids, Vanessa and Michael. There’s space for my private office so I can concentrate writing my books. We just parked the U-Haul truck at our parking lot. We were moving boxes and placing them inside our brand new living room. I took my box which is tools for the attic in case of a malfunction. As I dropped the box of tools I saw another box lying there with dust all over it. It has an absent color and it was labeled, “Films of the reaped demonic Family, 1986 ”.

“Wow, it’s 2015 and this box is like 28 years old”. Out of curiosity, I took the box with me to my private office. My wife Katie told me to go outside since the sheriff wanted to talk about me. My wife Katie told me, “The sheriff would like to have a word with you”. I shook my head as approved. I went outside and saw the sheriff standing waiting outside. Wilfredo: “Greetings Sheriff, I am Wilfredo, the author of the 1975 Florida Murders.” Sheriff: “I know who you are. The name’s Dennis.” Wilfredo: “Right, Dennis Lee?” Sheriff Dennis: “Yes.” Wilfredo: “You were the one who read my, oh wait, you’re certainly not a fan.” Sheriff Dennis: “No, but if I were you, I’d move out here ASAP.” Wilfredo: “Nah, I’ve always wanted these houses.” Sheriff Dennis: “Well, I better get going, any emergencies just dial 911.” Wilfredo: “Okay, you have fun with that.” The sheriff left. I exhaled as I was exhausted from the boxes. I went back into my brand new house and went to my office. I quickly shut the door and locked it. I headed over the box and opened the lid of it, soon to find a super film 8 projector and to find 3 tapes named, The Summoning, The Reaping and The Bringing. I questioned myself, what is “The Summoning, The Reaping and The Bringing?” Only one way to find out. I’m going to setup the projector and play the films. I finished setting the super 8 film, and I placed “The Summoning” into the projector and played. There is a family of 6. A Mother, Sister, Father, Brother, Uncle and an Aunt. The family was sitting at a table. They are having a conversation. Sister: “Let’s play the “Death Game”. Mom: “Sweetie, we don’t believe in the Grim Reaper we worship demons.” Brother: “Let’s play!” Father: “To play, each of you must give your blood.” Sister: “Let’s do it!” Brother: “Yeah!” The Father pulled out a blank brown board. He grabbed a pocket knife and slashed all over his hand. He did the same to the Mother the Uncle the Aunt the Brother the Sister. He sketched a skull with the blood of the family. The Father sketches a circle of the blood around the skull. He draws another circle around the previous circle. He placed symbols such as d f g h l z v c x q. He lit 4 candles on each side of the board. The Father started to speak in an ancient language. Father: “Dicimus mortis. Sicut dicimus eum. At coram coniciendi dabo. Et extrahantur.” As he spoke, the lights started to flicker at the film, the whole family screamed. I could’ve heard a strange deep toned voice in the background. Unknown Deep Toned Voice: “Murmurationis non est verum passionis. Ego hic sum. Quaedam vindicta mei. Cum liber essem ex scripto sigillum meum apposui.” I couldn’t understand what language he was speaking. I was really confused. Anyways, I decided to insert the 2nd film tape, “The Reaping”. I inserted the film. It started to play. What the most creepiest most disturbing music I ever heard played in the background The place where they were set is at the basement. I feel like an adrenaline or a dread will most likely happen; Obviously. The family of 6 were upside down with rope tied around their feet and hands. The family of 6 were skinned with stab wounds all over them. Their skin that covers the skull was burnt. Each of their skulls were present. I was terrified and it really disturbed me along with the audio playing in the background. I saw paper on each of them saying “Adulescere et triginta. Pater et Mater Sanctissima. Sororis et fratris.” I could’ve sworn I saw something in the background of the film. It appeared to be a skull-like being in my point of view. I couldn’t see anything of it aside of the skull. I couldn’t see any bottom. I needed someone to translate these words. I couldn’t tell what language it was. I went on ROBLOX(I only went on ROBLOX to post on the forums about the language since I couldn’t find any other forum It was either laziness to search for a forum site and no one would answer my question and it was the only forum site that was easy to use.) Facebook, Youtube, Twitter and Google. No answer. No one replied to me. I was really anxious and stressed out. I had to do this the old fashion way. I need to go on www.translate.google.com just to find the language type. I selected Spanish, no answer. I then selected Italian, no answer. I then selected Latin. Surprisingly enough, that was the language the being and the father were speaking. I translated the dialogue they were saying. The paper that was on the family of 6 in English translated from Latin says, “Uncle and Aunt. Father and Mother. Sister and Brother.” It was already 2:36 AM, I’m trying to not fall asleep. I didn’t want to translate the rest I thought it would’ve been painful.”Too much” I said. I laid on my couch inside the office just thinking about the speech I had with the sheriff and trying to forget the slaughtered family. I am thinking about the sheriff’s words too much. When he told me if he was me he’d move out of my house, immediately. The family of 6 were murdered at the basement! I didn’t get a view of my basement. I got up and went out of my office I tried to relax and retain my stress. I went to the basement. I took my glasses with me just in case I see things. (My vision sight is poor). I pictured the basement where the family of 6 were murdered. That was the same basement they were murdered. I quickly trembled in a heat that covered my body of fear. I put my glasses on. I checked the basement and pictured my mind of the family’s basement, it was the exact same basement. I saw it. I saw the ropes the family were tied with. “Laugh Out Loud”, I said to relax my stress, again. I went right in the basement and It smelled like a sweaty gym locker. I went back up and ran in my office to search for a lock and I went to the basement door and locked the door so no one but me could enter the basement. If my wife asks me why there’s a lock, I will simply reply to her, “I don’t know.” 