It’s not like I wanted to give it to him. I didn’t want him to have it at all. But I couldn’t stop myself from giving it to him. I kept trying to convince myself that it was all going to be ok if I gave it to him. “Give it to me.” He pleaded “I don’t know, my mother bought it for me.” I said. ” I know you hate that thing, I don’t understand why you won’t give it to me.” He was right. I hated it. It gave me nightmares. I had to keep it as far away from me as possible in order to sleep at night. “I suppose you could have it.” I gave him the necklace.
Despite the necklace being twenty miles away from me, I was still fearful of it. I was worried that the necklace would cause him the same sorrows it had caused me. Eventually my fear consumed me, and I called him and asked him to return the necklace. He said he couldn’t until tommorow, which left me to wait the night out in fear.
I decided to sit in the living room and watch television until morning when I would drive to his place and retrieve the necklace. I sat there for a few hours, my nerves unable to calm, when I heard a whisper in my ear. “Have you met the devil?” I quickly turned around to find the source of the voice, and saw nothing. After staring into the darkness for a few moments, petrified with fear, I calmed down a bit and convinced myself it was my imagination. I sat back down on the couch and stayed silent. After a while, the tv went dark completely and I was left with out light. I began to panic but still stayed still. Suddenly, as I was sitting there I saw a face appear in front of me. It was bleeding from it’s empty eye sockets, it’s mouth agape as if it was screaming in terror and agony. As quickly as the face appeared, it was gone. I sat breathless with fear. Beneath my feet, a dark hole opened up and I felt myself pushed into it. I felt the terror in me as I fell towards the unknown horrors awaiting me at the end of the fall. I hit the ground with a painful feeling. I lifted myself up and sat up straight. Then, I tried to stand up, but there was too much agony so I collapsed. After once again sitting myself up, I felt for my legs. I wasn’t able to see anything, but I could feel the bone jutting from my broken legs. I sat their, not sure what to do, not sure what was happening. As I sat, my vision began to adjust to the darkness surrounding me. I wish it hadn’t. I saw the same face I had seen earlier, this time with a body. It’s legs were broken as well, and some of it’s fingers were missing, although it was hard to make out how many exactly. When it saw me, it began to crawl toward me, using it’s arms and hands to drag itself. I heard it release the most terrible wail of despair I had ever heard. I crawled away fearing it.Unfourtunately I was not fast enough, and it grabbed on to my leg. I stopped, and it continued to drag itself towards me causing slight pain in my leg. Once it’s horrid face was directly in front of me, it began to say something, however it was unintelligible. Despite my fear, I was able to ask what it said. The next time he spoke, I heard it with clarity. “Welcome to hell. I am the devil”
