It was raining that night, but when Dad stopped whacking my mother with a baseball bat and tossed him into the yard, he didn't bounce.

Small Jersey Devil here. When I was a kid, I asked my grandmother who I got my name from. She told me that I looked like Jersey Devil when I was born. I asked why. She told me that I was covered in blood and my head was bashed in on one side and I had huge bruises all over. I asked who did it. She told me my father did it to me and my mom. Jersey Devil was born in the 1700s, but my dad did it in the early 1980s.<br><br>My dad was a mortician at the local funeral home, and back in those days, they would embalm the bodies in the garage. They'd set up a table and all the tools and shit they'd need. We lived in the apartment above, and one night it was raining and my mom was watching t.v. downstairs while my dad was working. We lived out in the middle of nowhere, away from the nearest town. <br><br>She heard weird noises at first and thought it was my dad moving shit around. Then me and my twin started crying, and she figured we were just cranky from the weather; it was cold as balls and rainy, and the house was drafty. She didn't want to disturb my dad, so she just kept watching t.v.<br><br>Then she heard the asshole rubbing his dick against the door followed by knocking. It wasn't weird at the time; sometimes he had to get her for something when he was elbow-deep in a cadaver. She opened the door and it was the Jersey Devil. Shit, I can't imagine how she didn't know at the time! He was huge, with horns and wings and scaly skin like a fucking dragon. He told her that she was beautiful and he wanted to fuck her. I think at the time, everyone in that area knew the legend of JD, but she just fucking laughed and slammed/shut the door. <br><br>Then he started scratching at the garage door, and my dad heard it. He thought it was an animal, especially because we had feral cats and shit living in our yard, but then JD began scratching at the walls of the garage. My dad was so creeped out, he thought he was losing it. Then JD started hitting the fucking walls as hard as he could. My dad finally came up to check on us, and my mom told him what happened. My dad tried to convince her she was hallucinating, but she said, "What the fuck ever, you go down there and check it out."<br><br>My dad grabbed a baseball bat and went down. JD was still hitting the walls, and my dad called 911 on a fucking rotary phone, back in the day. The operator answered and my dad was like, "Hey, you need to send someone over." The operator said, "What's your emergency." He said, "Jersey Devil." The operator said, "Sir, are you fucking with me?" My dad said, "No, motherfucker, this is not a fucking joke. He's in my fucking garage!" The operator said, "Sir, the Jersey Devil is a fucking legend." My dad said, "I'm looking at motherfucker right now. He's got a red light halo around his head and is pounding on my fucking wall." <br><br>The operator said it wasn't an emergency, and my dad was like, "Fuck it." He hung up and went outside. JD was in the yard, and my dad whacked him as hard as he could with the baseball bat. He didn't move. My dad hit him again and again, and JD didn't fucking move. Then my dad dragged him into the garage, set him up on the embalming table, and tried to embalm him. JD didn't move. <br><br>Finally, my dad was satisfied that JD was dead, so he dragged him out into the yard and buried him. Then he went back upstairs and fell asleep. My mom stayed awake; she was so creeped out. I don't know how she fucking slept. Back in those days, cell phones weren't around, and if you called the cops without a real emergency, you'd get in trouble, so my dad had to wait until morning to tell the cops. <br><br>My mom fell asleep, and she woke up to find JD slamming my twin and I into the wall, headfirst. She was so fucking shocked, she didn't even scream. JD slammed us into the wall at the same time as hard as he could, and my twin died instantly. I survived but have a head injury. They did a head injury CT scan on me in 1983, when I was admitted to the hospital, and I've had chronic migraines since birth. The doctor said that JD slammed me into the wall so hard, it probably caused a blood clot that will never fucking heal or dissipate, and it's probably going to give me migraines for the rest of my life. <br><br>My mom was in shock, and JD tossed my twin into the yard, and he bounced. He was like a fucking stress ball, and he bounced when he hit the ground. My mom snapped out of it and went back downstairs and called 911. The operator on duty asked if she was fucking with her, and my mom told her to go fuck herself. Then she grabbed me and ran down to get my dad. JD was behind her, and my dad whacked him as hard as he could with a baseball bat right when he was about to stab my mom. He fell onto the ground, and then he got back up, and my dad hit him again as hard as he could. <br><br>JD didn't fall. He just looked at my dad and laughed. Then JD hit my dad in the face as hard as he could. My dad just fucking disappeared. I was there, and I saw it. JD didn't just fucking hit my dad. He punched him in the face, and my dad flew all the way out into the yard. I remember seeing him fly across the fucking yard, making an arc in the fucking air, until he landed on the ground. <br><br>My mom grabbed me and ran to the neighbors. JD was right behind her, and when she opened the neighbors' door, JD followed her in and killed the neighbors. My mom ran to the next house, and JD killed those fucking neighbors too. They lived out in the middle of nowhere, and the houses weren't close, but you could still fucking walk to them. My mom ran to the next fucking house, and JD killed everyone in that fucking house. <br><br>She was hiding under the fucking bed when one of the fucking cops showed up, and JD came in the room and killed the fucking cops. The other fucking cop heard the shot and called for fucking backup. My mom heard that JD was dead. She fucking stayed under the bed until they finally coaxed her out.<br><br>The cops got there, and they shot JD, and he just fucking laughed. They shot him again, and he fell onto the ground holding his chest. One of the cops got close to him, and JD fucking grabbed him, lifted him in the air, and slammed him headfirst into the fucking ground. The cop was dead before he fucking hit the ground. JD fell back onto the ground and didn't move. The cops were fucking terrified and were talking about calling an ambulance.<br><br>The cop who was supposed to check JD's pulse was so fucking scared that he called his fucking mom. The cop's mom told him to run away from JD; she said, "Jersey Devil! Oh my fucking god, run!" The cop hung up and started to run, and JD fucking slammed him into the fucking house. The cop fell to the ground, dead. The cops finally called an ambulance, and when it came, one of the fucking EMTs who got out saw JD on the ground. He fucking ran to JD and started feeling around for a pulse. JD fucking slammed him into the ground, and he died.<br><br>My mom was fucking shitting herself. She finally told them to fucking stop, she didn't want to see any more fucking people fucking die. One of the cops told her to just fucking go outside and get into the fucking police car, and she did.<br><br>JD started slamming into the fucking police car. He was pounding it as hard as he could, and the windows fucking shattered. He slammed into it so fucking hard that the car bounced, but JD wasn't fucking done. He kept slamming into it, over and over and over, until it fucking exploded. My mom was fucking horrified. Then JD fucking disappeared. They looked all over the fucking yard for him, they called fucking backup, and finally, they fucking left her alone in the fucking yard.<br><br>JD didn't come back that night. My mom fucking waited, but JD never fucking came back. The cops were so fucking weirded out, they fucking left. The next morning, my mom went and got my dad and me from the fucking hospital. I was born Jersey Devil, and I've been Jersey Devil ever since. When I was little, kids used to tease me for having a head injury, and I told them it was from JD. They fucking laughed at me and teased me more, so I fucking stopped telling them.<br><br>I'm called Jersey Devil for a reason, and I'm fucking OK with that.