Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37123481-20181102131658

(I know the beginning is kind of weak, but I going to delete myself and fix my mistakes, but I think an opinion or 2 could help make it better.)

Before anyone starts calling this "fake" from the beginning, I'm going to tell you this: this story is 100% true. I'm going to say this, I'm not superticious, or I wasn't before it happened. To start this off, I think I saw the demon when I was about 9 turning 10 years old.

I liked to spend the weekends at my cousin's house a lot which kind of led to me growing up around a lot of religion and faith. I though it was real stupid, but I was polite kid, sometimes, and I didn't want to be rude to my cousin's family. My uncle was a pastor and he loved to go out and pray for people. I grudgling followed along with it because I didn't have anything to to do when I stayed at my cousin's house, when I was alone, and my cousin always begged for me to come along with them. Let's this "prayer" session didn't go as it normally did. There was this guy who was paralyzed and my uncle had been praying for him recently. He warned me before I entered the apartment that it might smell because he was stuck in bed for more than 2 years, I'm not really sure.

When I first entered the house, it made me feel uneasy like the air was heavy. I knew it was coming from the man because the closer I got, the heavier that feeling got. I stayed near the door on my first visit because I wanted to leave and go back to play Super Smash Bros. Melee  when we got back. My uncle said words that I really didn't care about. The whole time I was just trying to slowing inch out of the door. That was until my uncle wanted me to get closer to pray for him. I meekly rejected and my cousin went instead and we left that day. I knew for sure I didn't want to go back into that house, or that's I told my cousin. I told her about how I felt in there and she just said I was being shy. She was a year older than me and I basically believed anything she said.

3 weeks later, I was at my cousin's house playing Super Smash Bros. Melee when my uncle asked me and my cousin to go out pray for people. My cousin, of course, agreed right away and convinced me to go. We all packed into the used truck and drove off, to the apartment I swore to myself I would never go to again. This time I felt the heavy feeling at the door and I felt my little stomach drop as soon as I entered the room. There was something on that man's leg. The man was pale, breathing hard, cracked feet, and a demon on his legs. It was ugly. It's teeth sharp, eyes big and foggy as if it was blind, it's fat rolled over itself 3 times over and covered 3/4 of the man's leg, long skinny arms, and it's nose looked like 2 holes drilled into it's face a jagged knife. I was terrified. My legs wanted to run, but my uncle was urging me forward until I almost by the foot of the man's bed. That thing was staring at me and I was staring back at it. That demon told me things that would haunt me today.

It said," This host is dying, child. There's not enough life left in him. Your pathetic uncle can pray, but-", It inhaled as if it smelled my fear. " He's going to die tonight at 7:00 PM, tonight. If you tell your uncle, girl, I will kill you the same slow, agonizing death this man suffered. Nod if you understand."

I stood there for a few moments, stunned. The prayers that my uncle were saying became muted, the only voice I heard the demons when he shouted," Do you understand, girl?!" I flinched from the sheer volume of his voice, it left my ears ringing. I nodded slowly. I wanted to cry, so bad. I felt the tears welling up behind my eyes. Minutes passed and I slowly began to hear my uncle finish the prayer. The only real word that intelligible was "Amen". They all said their good-bye's and "I hope you feel better soon". I knew that was the last time I would ever see that man alive.

That night, I sitting watch Hey Arnold with my cousin. My uncle was talking about how he felt he was actually helping that man who was disabled. He asked us if we wanted to go pray for him after chucrch. I agreed only because my cousin actually wanted to pray for him. I cringed internally. I wanted to tell my uncle what had transpiried that day, but I couldn't. I was too scared. I looked at the clock to check the time, and the time was 7:03 PM. I was starting to feel giddy. The thing that I saw was just my mind playing tricks on me. I hadn't indirectly killed someone by not saying anything. I was happy for a few more moments.

That's when it just had to happen. My uncle's text message notification went off and I just ignored it. Until he opened his mouth to share the news, my stomach dropped and got cold sweat on my hands.

He said," We won't be able to pray for him tomorrow. He died today at 7:00. Sorry girls, I know you really wanted to pray for him." The tears that I held back that morning started to come out. My uncle tried to soothe me, but it didn't work. I felt awful I had just indirectly killed a man. A person is missing from the world because of me. I was too concerned about myself to tell them, his family, that he was dying.

My mom came to pick me up after church. She was by my grandma's house and decided to pick me up there. She asked me if I had fun at my cousin's house. I turned her and smiled," Yeah! I think I might actually beat Isaiah at Super Smash Bros.!" 