The Storyteller P1

== Author's Note ==
Hello! I would just like to say that none of these are true events, and any relation to real-life incidents or characters is coincidental. That's all, thank you!
== Prologue ==
Call me Samuel.
I am a 14 year old who has two loves:
Minecraft
and my family.
Those who live with me are my 9 year old brother Aiden, my 12 year old sister Adelaide, and of course, my two parents.
But that all changed on March 23rd, 2021.
== Chapter One: The Crash. ==
=== March 23rd, 2021 ===
It was a normal day. It was almost spring, so this dreary cold weather shouldn't last long. I was taking a walk, just to keep my mood up. So when I finished my nice little walk, my mother got a phone call on her cellphone. (Note: Dad wasn't home for dinner, yet) So, she picked up the phone. You know, the usual chatter for a little bit, the "uh-huh's", and the nodding, completely normal. But, then Mom started to look panicked, and she gasped and said, "What?! is he okay?" That was followed by some babbling on the phone which I couldn't make out, but got a few words like, "broken", "hurt", "concussed", and, the last word i could make out scared me. " ""Perforated."
What did that mean?! Mom responded by putting her phone down, then burst out crying.
"What's wrong, mom?" Aidens little voice said.
"He's hurt, Dad is hurt, terribly."
Those words shook me. After that, we rushed into the car and dashed off to the hospital. When we got there, we found Dad in the hospital bed, hooked up to some oxygen. He looked terrible, (Reader discretion is advised, skip the following paragraph if faint of heart) he hardly resembled my father. Part of his cheek was missing, the pulsing face muscles and part of his jaw were exposed, a part of his left leg was missing, and, what the man said on the call made sense now. There was a gaping, bloody hole straight through his right bicep. He was not responding, but still alive, barely. We asked for the details of the crash, and apparently an unidentified creature was hiding in the back of his minivan. We know this, because there was a long, spindly, finger in the site of the crash. They said he was forced to drive into the ditch below, for the thing was clutching his neck, according to the purple finger marks on his neck. We also asked for his chance of survival. The doctors said, 
"All we know is that it would take a miracle to save this man's life."
He was on oxygen for a few days, then, his heart failed. He didn't live, and our home now felt, empty.
== Chapter Two: The Storyteller. ==
=== April 13th, 2021 ===
I hopped on my favorite game, Minecraft, in hopes of distracting myself from the tragedy that happened only weeks earlier. I was just playing on my survival world that I have worked on for months. And I was loaded. Maxed out netherite armor, netherite gear, (even a hoe with fortune 3) and my base was the eighth wonder of the world, in my opinion. I won't go into details about my base, but you can picture it for yourself. So I was playing, and, in the past week, I have found some blocks missing in my base. "Ok", i thought. "I probably just forgot them." But those thoughts were, what's that word called? Oh yeah, defenestrated once I found a sign in my world, reading: "Gur phegnvaf ner pybfvat sbe lbh, lbhe sngure ernyvfrq gung gbb yngr" signed by a name called "Storyteller". I immediately recognized this as a Caesar cipher, for Dad taught me about it before he died. I tried every shift I could think of, until I came upon this with a shift of 13. "The curtains are closing for you, your father realized that too late."
Right before I could finish my sentence (too graphic for this page), however, I heard a scream. From Adelaide.
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