Stab Wounds And Satan

It was a colder night than usual in Oakland, but no one gave it any thought. A group of friends sat in a circle around a Ouija board, all four of them gently placed their fingers on the arrow. "Is there anyone that wants to talk to us?" Delilah said her voice is dull and her expression blank. We all know she doesn't believe in this kind of stuff, but I do. The arrow twitches and we all jump. "Hey that's not funny stop guys." Says Brandon he is scared of everything. "wasn't me" i say. "Oh, yeah right jenny we all know you're trying to trick us you do it all the time" said Kyle he keeps secrets from us we all know it, but no one says anything about it. The Ouija boards arrow moves different ways. H. E. L. L. O. it spells out hello we all say hello back to it, but Brandon looks pale in the face as he slowly turns around to face the doorway, he starts hyperventilating he screams. Delilah yells back "WHAT'S WRONG?!". "Im here" i say only i didn't want to say that it’s like im just a speaker and something is speaking threw me. " JENNY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" The mystery voice speaks again only this time through Brandon. "SATAN. SATAN. SATAN." Kyle and Delilah are huddled together in a corner then the lights go out. there are no sounds besides a slight drip... drip... drip from the sink. Suddenly Brandon’s screams got louder and louder. everything goes quiet. I can hear Delilah and Kyle crying. the lights come back on and all thats left in Brandon's place is a cold gray lifeless shell the only color is the scarlet red coming from his body creating a moat of blood. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Kyle yelled. I grabbed my phone, almost cracking the screen and called 911. They arrived about ten minutes later as the ac kicked in the smell of blood wafted into the air, I pinched my nose in disgust. Delilah was with Kyle she had thrown up. I could tell the look on her face, the bags under her eyes, the residue on her lower lip, the way she was holding her stomach, the way Kyle still had his hands on her head. When the police and paramedics came inside, they studied the body. There were stab wounds, but it looked as if he was cut up, his face was torn to pieces, we all ran out of the house stumbling. I cry as we exit it finally leaves, the tears finally falling to the ground, I can hear Kyle crying as well  and Delilah is already gone her mom picked her up, I saw her drive away their car almost as scarlet as the blood surrounding Brandon in the house. I start to get chills down my spine. I turn to face the front window of Brandon’s home I stand completely still with fear. In the window there is a man at least ten feat tall horns on his head it appears he is wearing a suit I can’t see his face it seems blurred as if it would be so horrible that anyone who would see it would burst into flames as if no one in our world is supposed to see it. “JENNY” its Kyle “KYLE” I yell as we run towards each other I hug him we fell over he wasn’t expecting the hug because I never hug anyone. The next day all three of us met up at the mall “Kyle tells me you hugged him last night after I left” Delilah said her face looking like she might burst into laughter “yeah I saw something last night after you left Delilah” I say with fear in my voice. I explained to them what I saw, and they looked white in the face. “If you’re messing with us that’s not funny Jen that’s messed up”. Kyle said. “I promise im not joking” I say holding back tears. It hurts that they think I would mess with them this much I have pulled two pranks on them, but it was basic stuff. After I get home, I text them both and ask if they want to come over and they both reply yeah sure. When they arrive, we all sit and order pizza. “ My moms out of town for the week” I said. We ate pizza and watched a movie. We are all huddled on the couch. I hear a noise and I pause the movie theres a loud thud and I grab a bat I turn to face Kyle and Delilah they heard it too I tell them to stay I walk around but there is nothing I hear a buzzing it’s the lights I blink and when I open my eyes to see nothing but pitch darkness the lights have gone out again I run back to the living room and I hear them both screaming theres a glowing red figure standing in the middle of the room long horns sticking out of its head its skin bright red its long tail stuck in Delilah’s stomach he takes it out and I drop the bat by accident it stops turns around and vanishes the lights go back on and both Delilah and Kyle are on the ground dead with stab wounds from that horrible thing I touch my face its wet, tears im crying and I didn’t realize I call the police. When they arrive im crying hysterically they take the bodies away and everything goes dark im closing my eyes wishing for everything to go back to normal I open my eyes, but everything is still the same the sirens give me a sickening headache im alone all alone my friends are gone I have no one. I threw up the police find a bowl from inside and put it under my face. I can’t breathe, I fall over and black out. I woke up the next morning hoping it was a dream but im in a hospital bed, my head hurts theres a bandage I feel it. My mom is asleep in a chair next to the bed. I woke her up and asked if it was a dream im crying again. She’s crying as well. It wasn’t a dream theres a window in my room the blinds are pulled down I look over and the outline of that thing that horrible thing from back at the house this time im not scared im angry I ask my mom if she can give me a minute and she leaves the room. I stand and take off the bandage on my head and I toss it on the ground. “why” I say “because” it says in a monster like voice so low it vibrates my head “I want your soul if you give me your soul everything will go back to normal, and you have your precious friends back”. “But why me why them” I say. “Look it’s all a game a game I find fun a game you find sick and twisted but give me your soul and you win you will spend the rest of your life in hell when you die and trust me that’s not supposed to happen for a while but if you say no, I can make it sooner my dear”. I think it over for a moment “fine” I say. “He says his tail in delight and points a finger at me and a red flaming pen appears in my hands a paper yellow with age materialized in front of my face he stares at me with a sly smirk but before I sign shackles form on my wrist once I sign the paper they disappear, and he grabs the paper and disappears once more.