Hell Itself
It was a quiet afternoon on a Friday back in 2010. My phone rang and I got a text from my friend, it read, "Hey you want to come over today?". I decided to go to his house, it's not that far so I took my skateboard. It took me a good ten minutes to get there. When I got to his house, I rang the doorbell, no one answered, I rang it again, nothing. I knew something was wrong. I wanted to make sure he was alright, so I busted the door off the hinges. I hear a loud scream upstairs. My heart started to beat fast, I was extremely scared at this point.
I ran upstairs to see what happened. I walked to the end of his hallway. I go into his room and he is on the ground, looking like he hadn't slept in days. His bloodshot eyes focused on the closet door. I tried talking to him, "Are you okay?" I asked him, I got no response, his main focus was on the closet door. All of a sudden he jolted up and ran to the kitchen and pulled a knife out of one of the drawers and pulled it to his wrist.
I was confused and scared because I had no idea what was going on everything was really strange and terrifying. I tried to tell him to stop but he wouldn't listen, it seemed that he didn't even know I was there.
As he had the knife to his wrist he stared at the wall yelling, "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?!" He cut his arm and tossed the blood at the wall and ran downstairs. I chased after him downstairs.
It seemed like he was loosing his mind. He stared blankly in the air saying, "Please, no more." I had no idea who or what he was talking to. I started to hear voices. It seemed that who or what ever was talking, was the one making him do these things.
"I fed you enough!" he yelled. Then he finally realized that I was there, he looked at me with a dead stare, "Go." He said, "Go away, I can deal with this myself." This was very confusing, so I went away like he said. I walked into a walk-in closet. The closet was dark as the light was not on.
I felt the wall for a switch. I found a switch and turned it on. What I saw in that closet was horrifying. Cow carcases were hanging from the ceiling with buckets on floor underneath them. The buckets were filled with the blood from the carcases. I threw up from the horrific stench.
I couldn't take it any more in that awful closet so I walked out of the closet, still feeling sick from throwing up more than ever. I saw my friend on the floor looking like someone just attacked him, he had bruises, cuts and blood on his shirt.
I asked him, "WHO DID THIS TO YOU!?"
He said that "it" did this to him.
"What is "it"?" I asked. No answer. I heard something running down the steps toward us. What ever this invisible thing was, it pushed me out of the way and attacked him again.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" I shouted at "it."
I heard it run back upstairs. I picked up my friend and put him over my shoulders and ran out the door as fast as I could. He nearly slipped out of my grip because of the amount of blood on him. I set him on the ground and called an ambulance, I obviously had to say something besides that a mysterious invisible thing attacked him so I told them that we were hiking and he got attacked by a wolf.
Two weeks later I visited him in the hospital. He looked a lot better which made me a little happy. I went up to him and put a box of chocolates on the table beside him. I asked him how he was doing. I will never forget his response, "What I saw, other people couldn't, what I saw was hell itself, and it is still out there."
Credited to TheGreatSky
Originally uploaded on November 29, 2012
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