Personal Narrative: My Family In Hastings, Nebraska A Terrible Massacre

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October 3, 1989, in Hastings, Nebraska a terrible massacre happened. “For me, this was a day to remember”, Markus. “Others might think this would be an awful day and would never dare to do this, but I am different from the others. The day started off well, but unfortunately I did not expect the event that would happen, to happen after I was finished”. “It was a normal day with all seven of my siblings. I had four sisters, one being my twin, and three brothers. Our family was not an ordinary family. Our family was very much out of the ordinary. We were a family that had unique abilities. One ability was mind control. We were able to start fires, move objects, and even choke people with our mind. When people saw they classified us under the …show more content…

I figured this to be the perfect time to put my planning into action. I first went and got my oldest brother Elijah. I had compelled him to do what I say. I tied him up to the basketball hoop and then raised it up leaving him there to hang. If I had not compelled him first he would have been able to overpower me and kill me. I then went after my younger sister Mia. I took her into a bedroom and stabbed her with my knife. Next, was my younger brother, Carter, who is much weaker than I. I asked him to go swimming out to the lake in our backyard. When he got out far enough in the water I pulled him under and drowned him. After I was done with Carter and dried off, I went and found Ava. I took her into the living room and used my abilities to choke her to her death. Following that, I went to go look for my last siblings the youngest twins that were four years old Leah and Alex. I couldn't find them anywhere so I knew my sister Lucy had betrayed me and somehow by hiding them from me so I couldn't harm them. My first plan was to do nothing to Lucy and let her live. However, after she went against me, I was going to have to punish her. I went and found her, stabbed her, and cut a big enough gash to leave a noticeable scar. I thought this to be perfect, so every time she saw the scar she would remember that she betrayed me and that I will not hesitate to kill her like the four other

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