
I couldn't sleep much last night, and I ended up crawling downstairs and curling up on the minature cushion we call our couch. As I fall asleep, I wake up at a party. Everyone is there, my brother, my friends and people I don't know, in a place I have never been. I was laughing and I happened to grab this girl's hand and lead her to the bathroom. She couldn't have been more than 11. As I turned away to check what was behind me, I slowly looked back to see nothing around me except this girl attached to the end of my hand. As if she hadn't noticed that no one was there, she didn't flinch when she kept perssisting me to hurry to the bathroom. "Stop" I said. "Where did everyone go?". She never responded but didn't resist when I dragged her around the house looking for everyone else. I felt really scared and called my dad and told him that today would be the last day I could ever talk to him for someone was trying to kill me. I hung up the phone without listeining to the answer and I started to panic. I heard something come in from the back and as I looked up shocked, it was a mid-aged lady with beautiful long, dark hair, and bright scary eyes. She was gorgeous and all she could look at was me. "Kind of odd, two girls in the middle of nowhere stuck in a place like this with no parents, dangerous maybe?". She was a pyschic who convinced this little girl and I do a spell with her. Half way through the spell the room grew dark and my heart felt heavy. I had just sold my undead soul to the Devil. I couldn't do anything else, but yet I felt like I could escape. The spell wasn't entirely finished as I ran out the door as fast as I could down the street. I jumped into this old guys VW Bug and told him to hit it. After just driving a few feet, I pretended to pull out a gun and told him to drive as fast as he could back to my house. The lady never followed. After seeing my dad and having to explain that I overreacted I decided that the inciddent was all in my head. A week went by and my friend invited me to a party. When I walked inside, the walls melted into the old house, everyone dissappeared, and the lady stood there five feet in front of me asking why I had left. She wasn't nice anymore. She grabbed my hand and told me that I had to finish that spell or the Devil himself would take me, and pissing off the Devil I was surely not suppose to do. I had explained that I was gone because I had to purchase something for the spell and excused myself outside to get it. Outside I ran into a girl my age telling me that she knew how to get me out of this mess as long as I didn't finish any more of the spell. We ran to her black mustang (I was driving of course) and sped off. She had giving me a pumpkin seed to swallow and chantings to say. This time the Devil's assistant followed us in her dragon painted black Porsche. Zooming in and out of traffic we stop right in front of Psychic Eye. The second I step inside, everything around me turned completely upside down. The open and close sign upside down, the insense dropped to the floor, and everything painted with an eye shut as to not to look at me. The lady behind the counter turned to me and told me to leave and that I brought too much evil into her store. I pleaded for her help and that I wasn't a bad person and I had no idea what the assistant tricked me into. The lady agreed but if my soul was truly good, then I couldn't pull any funny stuff like lying or stealing from her store. I called my dad again and told him that I might be saved but then again the Devil was after me and I wasn't ever going to see my family again. He started laughing and told me to stop watching TV and when a real emergency was to happen, then call him. As the lady approached me and reached for my hand, the lady in her black dragon Porsche jumped out and grabbed me by the neck.
Next thing I knew, I was cold, my eyes were swollen and my aunt offered a cup of coffee.
Pleasant way to start your day I think.

1 comments:
is this real or just a story?, do you know who the devils assistants are? please email me back xmizz_portugalx@hotmail.com
because the whole "long dark hair and scary eyes" sounds sorta firmilar
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