Into
Hell
by
Rita L. Smith
I slipped through the hole in the wall only to find
myself blinded. Okay, I really wasn’t
blind, but there was no light in the room at all. I turned back to the room I’d just left and
nothing. I felt the wall, but there was
no hole. Strange, I must have moved
further than I thought. I moved along
the wall with my hands touching it where I felt the hole should be.
I hit the corner having found nothing, so I began to move
in the direction from which I had just come.
Again I found the corner and still no hole. “What in hell?” I thought.
“Exactly, my pet,” a voice said. He sounded like every evil villain sounded in
the cartoons. He even laughed that
maniacal wahaha that made my skin crawl and the hair on my head stand up.
“Wh- wh- who are you?”
“I am the prince of this domain,” he said.
“What domain?”
“I thought you had figured it out, but I guess humans are
really too stupid to put two and two together in this age of technology. You need a calculator to add, a computer to write
and even a GPS to tell you where to go.”
“Yes, but where am I?
I don’t have my MapQuest handy.”
The man let out another maniacal laugh. “You do have the ability to make me laugh
though, so I will excuse your laziness.”
I thought back to what I had been thinking when the voice
interrupted my thoughts. “Hell!” I
shouted.
“Correct.”
“I am in hell, but I don’t belong here.”
“That’s what they all say,” the voice said.
“But I haven’t died.”
“You must be dead or you wouldn’t be here. No one can find their way into Hell without
having
died.”
I thought for a moment about what I had been doing right
before I found the hole in the wall. I
was certain that I hadn’t fallen, not anything that would have caused my early
demise. “No, I am certain I did not die.
I just found a hole in the wall.”
“Beelzebub,” Satan screamed.
“Yes, O’ Mighty Prince?” a voice answered. It was just as frightening as Satan’s, though
it sounded a bit whinier.
“Did you let the riff-raff in again?”
“Only one sire.”
The room seemed to shake as he said this.
“Oh, quit your quivering.
This mortal amuses me, but we have got to return him, until his time,”
Satan said.
“Yes, O’ Mighty Prince,” Beelzebub said.
As, he finished a light appeared in the wall. The opening…
I ran for it and was out into the real world in a flash. As I left, I vowed that I would change my
ways. I would serve God and spread the
word. There was no way; I would ever go
back there again.
“Will you accept me as your faithful servant, God?” I
asked.
The sun got brighter for just a second. If I had blinked I might have missed it. I guess God was okay with me spreading the
word. I felt as if a weight had been
lifted off my shoulders.
Please remember that this story is copyrighted by me, so don't reprint it. I will be putting a book together with my flash fiction in it. Also, I have Flashes From My Mind and More Flashes From My Mind available on Amazon. More Flashes From My Mind is available on Kindle for $2.99.
Please remember that this story is copyrighted by me, so don't reprint it. I will be putting a book together with my flash fiction in it. Also, I have Flashes From My Mind and More Flashes From My Mind available on Amazon. More Flashes From My Mind is available on Kindle for $2.99.
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