My name is Josh Thorne. The words normal and average would have been how I described myself. I say would have been, because normal and average no longer apply to me. The interesting part of my story started about two weeks before my eighteenth birthday, with a phone call…“What?”
“Is that anyway to answer your phone? I’m your best friend don’t I deserve a good morning or at least a hello?” Keith Goodman had been my best friend since first grade. We were as different as night and day but we became inseparable.
I was average in height, weight, looks, intelligence, and athletic ability. He was everything exceptional; star quarterback, straight A student, great looking, and charismatic. The difference that I came to realize as most important was his incorruptible moral standard. Let’s just say that I was somewhat lacking in that area.
“Good morning, Keith, greatest friend of mine. Now why the fuck are you waking me up this early? I still had twenty minutes left to sleep.”
“I want to skip school today. I-”
“Wait, YOU want to skip? I guess there is a first time for everything.”
“Haha, just bring some money so we won’t be broke, ok?”
“Will do.” Money was the one thing I had better than Keith. He had hard working but not very successful parents and I had a mom who had never worked a day in her life.
I never met my father but my mom and I lived in a really nice house with a huge bank account that he provided for us. I had no clue who my father was, what he did for a living, or where he was. All I knew was my mom got this awestruck look in her eyes when she spoke of him.
“I’ll be there at the normal time to pick you up.” As I grabbed my jeans and t-shirt, my reflection caught my eye. I seemed different today but the mirror was just showing me the same 5’11, 175lb, black hair, brown eyed idiot I saw there yesterday. Something was off that I couldn’t place.
Since I was not a deep thinker, I shrugged it off and got dressed calling myself a dumbass the whole time. I loved the food situation in my house. Quick and easy were the themes our grocery list followed. Junk food reigned supreme here. Delivery pizza along with Chinese and burger joint takeout were staples in my diet.
After looking through my choices for breakfast, I threw a hot pocket into the microwave and went to hit my mom up for some cash. I hadn’t taken a full step when the image of Mom sitting in her study shuffling papers hit me. The clarity of the image I saw was what made me stop in wonder. I saw every detail in an instant from her nail polish to the spider web in the corner.
Hell, I could even smell the old book smell coming from the shelves of the religious and occult books that lined the room. At some point she had started collecting any book that contained demons, gods, vampires, angels, and any other religious or supernatural subjects. I just thought they were spooky and smelled funny.
The Demon Heritage of Josh Thorne Description:
Josh Thorne thought he was just your average guy. All was as normal until he neared his eighteenth birthday. He found out his mom was part of a cult and his father is a demon. Over the course of one month this young man’s life was forever altered by forces beyond his control.
Psychic visions, werewolves, demons, cults, ghosts, and vampires become all too common as he fights to keep his friends safe. His best friend Keith stands beside him throughout this journey but as the events in Josh’s life become stranger it becomes apparent that Keith may not be human either.
Graduating high school becomes secondary when you are just trying to survive.
