User:Luna Del Hostis

I just really don't like it, not one bit. Upon thought of such event... I just flood my eyes. Everything becomes a blur. I really need to forget about it. I would, but he won't let me. I need him to leave.

I enjoyed playing in the shed as a child. Banging the hammer against the wall was just the best feeling. I don't know why, though. Those were the thoughts of a nine year old boy. I sometimes got carried away, but this was the first time I had ever broken the lightbulb in the shed. I just ran to my room so mom and dad wouldn't notice that it was me.

My favorite time of the day had arrived. I had always known it as "Pokemon In The Dark". It was basically just me playing Pokemon Yellow Version until the sun arose, yelling at me to walked myself to school. I heard the yard door open. My dad had figured out the light bulb was broken and he was out to fix it. In a lack of care, I continued in my battle to beat the final gym leader.

I just wake up the next day with a strong dose of "I really don't want to go to school". As usual, my mom would make me breakfast and I would be on my way. I heard my dad in the basement, talking on the phone. I crept toward the basement window and listened. After all, I really didn't have much else to do while I ditched school. My Gameboy battery had died and I loaned the charger to my friend, Kyle.

He seemed to be talking about how I was getting on his nerves. I really didn't know what to think, except for maybe a cruel joke. However, I did have to stay hidden. I was eager to find out more and more eager to skip school. It was getting a little difficult to deal with the snow, even in my winter coat.

I heard my mom walk into the basement. I could tell from her high heels. They exchanged words so quietly that I couldn't hear a word. They then proceeded to walk toward the closet. I really didn't like what I saw, not one bit.

My church priest was sleeping in the closet. It appeared there were numerous bags of doritos in the closet. My parents woke Father Jonas up. He looked exhuasted, never like he was in church. He was usually found smiling at babies to mantain a friendly reputation. They walked upstairs into my room. I did not like that they were invading my fortress, not one bit.

I couldn't believe what they were doing to my sanctuary. They were smashing my TV, my mirror, and my laptop. I was sure lucky to have my Gameboy with me so they couldn't smash it along with my other things. Why were they doing this? What did I do? I was then startled from a knock at the front door. They walked to the other side of the house to answer it. I snuck around the house to gaze upon this stranger.

This man was very, very odd. He wore to what appeared to be a red robe. He wore sunglasses and he had cheap, fake devil horns resting upon his head. He held what appeared to be a pitchfork, but the pitchfork was not cheap looking. It looked as if it were a real weapon. I would soon find out.

"Yes, he should be in that corner",said my mom. As soon as she said so, I darted away from the corner. I did, however, fear that they may have seen me. They sure did. I did not like it one bit.

The Devil man walked toward me. Of course, I ran. So there we where. He was hunting me thorugh the forest of my backyard. He thrusted his pitchfork at me. It appeared to be stained with dry blood. I cringed and kept running. I was not crying and running toward my school. My dad then yelled out at me "Fix it yourself!". He then threw at me what appeared to be they lightbulb I had broken. "Run along, you autistic garbage!" yelled my mother. I just ran and cried. I then ,upon turning my head back at the violent crowd, noticed that Father Jonas was missing.

As I turned my head back onto the trail, Father Jonas jumped out of a tree and plummeted onto me. He was heavy man, as I could not remove myself from under him. The whole crowd caught up to me and just stared at me for a second.

"Hey son, how would you like to be part of our battle?" the Devil man asked me in a calm voice. I just yelled no, and everybody just ignored me. Both Father Jonas and the Devil man handed my parents money. "Thank you for your donation!" exclaimed Father Jonas. "Now we can decide wether Satan or Jesus is more powerful". I was very confused. I however did conclude that my parents sold me to these jerks and didn't care were I would go beacuse of my Autism.

I was then loaded into a van and driven to an old, rotting cabin in the woods. There were other children in the van. We were bought inside to a somewhat large room. There were two hanging posts on each side of the room. Half of us children went to one side and half of us went to the other. "Satan will win!" said the Devil man. Father Jonas then replied with nothing but a smug smile. I then noticed a nude women tied up to the wall with a black marker. She drew a T-chart on the wall. One side read "Satan" while the other side read "Jesus".

She then yelled "Start!" and both Father Jonas and the Devil man immediatly started haning the children. One by one they were hung. One by one, I shed several tears. I figured out that for every child hung on one side, a tally was added to the respectable side's half of the chart. Was this some sort of contest?

The losing Father Jonas yelled out to the Devil man, "You will never triumph over me, Curtis!". Curtis continued hanging children. I looked for an escape route and seemed to be the only child who noticed the open window. I ran the it while the two opposing forces were distracted by bickering and I ran into the forest by climbing though the window. I ran as far as my legs would allow me to. I was then met with a sign that said "Congratulations"  written in black marker and I saw the exit to the outside. I've been homeless ever since... and I do not like it one bit.