Personal Narrative-Bombshelter Story

Bombshelter Story

It was November thirteenth, 2017. I was having “issues” with finding the “right” person. So naturally I invited eight acquaintances to my home to meet with a psychologist I found on craigs list. Within minutes of my acquaintances arriving the air raid siren goes off. Quickly turning on my radio the Civil Defense station announces that Russian planes are rapidly approaching Douglas.
“If everyone could please direct themselves to my basement,” I say.
I watch as the group shuffles by down the hallway. Suddenly a airvent comes crashing down from the ceiling crushing Jacks’ foot. Jack goes face first down the stairs that lead to the bombshelter.
“It’s quite unfortunate that something happened to Jack. I guess that the Gods don’t smile upon you today,”

“Jack back here please,” I say. As Jack walks into I smash a crate over his head causing him to crumple and fall to the floor.
“Where… where am I? What happened? Why am I chained up?” Jack mumbles.
“You shouldn't of stole from me Jack. You’re time is up I hope you said your goodbyes, not that anyone is going to miss you,” I say.
“Please let me go, I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jack studders.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that now. (Chanting now) Blessed are the ignorant, for they shall be shown the light. Blessed are the innocent, for they shall be first. Blessed are the innocent, for they shall be made whole. Now thou shalt be purified,” I chant.
“Oh God, please don’t we can talk about this,” Jack hoarsely says.
“Goodbye Jack,” I say. I pull out my sacrificial knife and run it across Jack's neck,watching the blood trickle down his chest. While the blood was still fresh I use it to redraw my exorcist circle. With haste I dismember the body draining the blood from the limbs into my blood well. I then back the limbs and set them in my cold room to prevent them from decaying until I came properly dispose of the