Welcome To The Nightmare, S.K Nuanes [best selling autobiographies TXT] 📗

I felt it slowly come alive, a weapon which looked normal. Was alive and capable of killing anything, and giving the user certain upgrades.
Could make someone faster, stronger, and smarter or anything one may want.
The dagger transformed into its sword, the handle became slightly curved with a skull on bottom of the handle.
The blade was long and almost thick, the blade was black and dark silver. The blade looked like a butcher knife, it was four feet long.
“Oh what do you have there?” The demon said, looking at the sword with interest.
“A weapon, I obtained a while ago.” I said, narrowing my eyes at the demon.
I charged at the demon and sliced its head off, it rolled off slowly blood ran out of its neck.
It fell to the ground; there was a loud thump sound the body made.
I looked at the blade; there was no blood on it.
“So his heart was missing?” Robert said, jumping down onto the ground.
I nodded then looked at the sword, which then returned back to dagger form.
I placed it into my jacket.
Robert then walked over to me then said, “I know that face, you are thinking of a devious plan aren’t you.”
I stared at the corpse I had a small smirk on, which many knew when; I got that smirk I was up to no good.
“Imagine, some of the most powerful demons, all had their hearts in a tomb. Think of burning all those hearts. Killing all of those demons at once. Maybe even Satan has his heart in there.” I said, thinking about where the hearts could be stored.
“That could be a suicide mission.” Robert said, walking back with me to the car.
“Oh suicide? The act of trying to kill yourself, I am sadly not capable of such a medication.” I said, as I walked thinking of how lucky humans are to do so much. You could sacrifice being able to do anything, and giving up your deepest desire. Or grabbing onto that desire and, not being able to do what you may want instead. We all have to give up something.
“Come on, we need to check something out.” I said, walking back to my car.
“What?” Robert asked, as I walked away.
“A demon might have killed someone.” I said, looking over my shoulder at him.


We arrived at a townhouse, which was made from town bricks; there was an old pick-up truck. I inhaled everyone who was in the house; all there was a woman and an elder woman.
“Are you gonna tell me, why we are here?” Robert asked, catching up to me.
“I told you, a demon killed someone. So we are going to talk to the family and, get information.” I said, walking to the door and knocking on the door.
There was almost a minute of waiting, and then the door opened. There was a small woman, she had long grey hair, and her face told her age. Her eyes told stories of all the tragic events she witnessed, her eyes were a soft blue, her skin was a light pale; she looked like she hid inside for years.
She had on a dark pink blouse on, sweat pants on, she was 5’1, I couldn’t but feel pity for her.
Sometimes growing old, isn’t as golden as some may claim. To get to those years of peace, you must endure many years of pain and suffering. Some may see more blood then others; those memories are painted on your brain. A paint that won’t wash off, it becomes apart of who you are.
Sometimes you need to spill some blood, to survive, a cruel factor of life.
“Hello.” I said, in a gentle tone.
“We don’t want to buy anything.” The old woman spoke in a rusty voice.
It sounded like she was loosing her voice, or as if she made dried blood on her throat, causing speech to become almost impossible.
“Oh no, we aren’t selling anything. May we come in?” I asked, looking down at her. With the softest expression I could think of.
“How do I know you, aren’t going to kill me.” The woman said, low.
I looked at her then said, “I promise, I will not hurt you, or anyone in this household. If you don’t want my help, you can kick me out.”
Then the woman opened the door, and walked inside I followed her in. I closed the door after Robert got inside; we followed her to a small living room. There were many fake cats, so many nick-knacks. The house smelled of cigarettes and cheap perfume.
I sat down on the hard blue chair, while Robert sat down on the tan sofa; a cat woke up and looked at him. The cat started to smell him, as if the cat never smelled a vampire before. Then the cat hissed then jumped off the sofa and darted into the kitchen.
“What can you tell me, about Ryan Duce?” I asked, noticing the newest newspaper, which had an article about Ryan.
“Mrs. Duce, who are these men?” A young woman asked.
Robert looked up at her and, I knew the moment he saw her. He was head over heels.
She had long dark red hair, she had it braided, she had on a black tank-top, she also had on a black skirt on, dark grey tights on, her skin was a soft pale and, she looked about seventeen.
I rolled my eyes then I said, “We are P.I, and we are assigned to find out more about Ryan Langston Duce.”
“You don’t look like the type.” The girl said, narrowing her eyes at me.
I raised an eyebrow and stood up, she was looking at me as if I was strange animal she never seen.
“Oh looks are nothing, but masks. What does matter is the persona inside. Am I correct?” I said, in a capturing voice. Making this argument mine.

“I am not one to judge a person, on skin tone, or anything. I just don’t think I want you in Mrs. Duce house.” The girl said, glaring at me.
“Someone is judging.” I said, turning my head away, but making my voice louder so she could hear.
She glared at me, I whispered into Robert’s ear, “You handle this.”
Robert then stood up and held his hand out for her to shake it, “I am Robert, you are?”
“Amanda.” The girl said, as she soften her glare at Robert.
“Pleasure to meet you.” Robert said, gaining a British accent.
Mrs. Duce then said, “What are you going to even do?”
“We are trained experts, in this sort of field. Justice needs to be served.” I said, looking at a picture of Ryan and Amanda, and then looking back at Mrs. Duce.
“Mrs. Duce me and the boys will figure out, what really happened.” Amanda said, softly.
Mrs. Duce mumbled something to herself, as she grabbed a jacket and made her way out of the house. Once she was out of the house, Amanda looked at us.
“So, can you tell us your relationship to Ryan Langston Duce.” I said, raising an eyebrow at her.
“He was my husband.” Amanda said, with no emotion.
What year are we living in, this isn't the Roman times. No need to rush into marriage.
“Did you and Ryan have a fight, prior to his death?” I said, narrowing my eyes at her.
“What are you implying?” Amanda said, low.
I sat up straight then, chuckled then said, “I am just asking questions. Is that so wrong?”
“What my friend, is trying to say is. Would Ryan have any reason that would drive him to commit suicide?” Robert said, trying to seem gentle.
Amanda stood there looking at us, trying to figure out what, she should say to us.
“So did, he come from a good family. His work life?” I asked, trying to think over the list, in my head. Why people commit suicide, there are many reasons.
The list goes on, everyone can have a reason to take his or her life.
I remember in my younger demon years, suicide seemed a comforting option. A soft silk bed, with rose red pillows perfectly placed together, creating a mountain of pillows. The covers were a dark navy blue, like the early night, a calm and seducing color. The bed was large welcoming anyone who wishes for a good night sleep. Any one would, give into the voice the bed has. Calling to people who pass by.
How much I wanted to lay down onto the soft bed, closing my eyes into a sleep that would never end. Yet I learned, even if I wanted to die. I couldn't die so easily.
“Yes, his family were very good people, his work life, was fine.” Amanda said, shrugging.
“Any enemies, anyone who would make his life hell?” I asked, thinking could he possibly cheated on Amanda, and the guilt of cheating was to much to bare?
Amanda shook her head, Damn.
“Amanda, did he have any exs you knew of?” Robert asked gently.
Amanda seemed puzzled by the question then said, “Yes, what does that have to do with anything?”
“Well, what if I was to tell you. He slept with his ex one night. Then he couldn’t take the guilt. Then he took his life.” I said, giving her the scene in her head.
“He would never do that!” Amanda shouted, with tears forming in her eyes.
“You sure, sometimes lovers are deceiving.” I said low, raising an eyebrow at her.
Then Robert asked, “Well where was his body found?”
“At his apartment..” Amanda sighed.
“Well we will be in touch.” I said, standing up and walking out the door.
Few minutes later Robert came out then looked at me, “Don’t tell me you are in love.” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“She is good looking.” Robert chuckled.
I walked down the stairs and unlocked the car, then slid inside and closed the door.
“Are you getting in?” I said, rolling down the window.
Robert got in on the passenger side and said, “Where are we going?”
“To the scene, demons always leave a scent or blood behind.” I said, driving off.
As it became noon more people were out, shopping or getting lunch, although it seemed everyone was unaware of the death.


At the apartment there wasn’t anyone around, no cops no residents.
I parked the car in a visiting spot. I put on my sunglasses, I took the key out, and opened the door. The apartments were more like townhouses; they looked like each apartment had two floors. They had flat roofs, the walls are white. It didn’t look like the most expensive place to live.
Chain link fence surrounded the place, Robert got out of the car, “What now?”
“Stay here.” I said, locking the door and walked off following the scent of something dark and evil.
There was an intense scent, and rushed towards me, there was a demon in the shadows. Although it had an odd scent to it wasn’t the scent demons from Hell had.
This was a whole new scent, although it still had the smell of blood on it.
There was a dark shadow, it was a body of a human, wings of a bat, ears of an elf, teeth like a shark, it was six feet tall. It spread it wings and let out a screech.
It was the monster that was the cause of Ryan’s death.
So it was a demon who is to blame.

Oh humans, creatures that let their guard down, and break down about the simplest things.
Allowing themselves open, for a demon to get inside of them.
The demon flew up in the