Devil Makes No Deals

Devil Makes No Deals

            I sat in my room, huddled in the corner. My eyes darted around the room, looking for some hint of where that thing was. My desk was overturned, papers scattered all over the floor. My bed was torn to shreds, my wallpaper was peeling. I was terrified.

            It all started ten years ago. My life was going downhill, and fast. I don’t just mean fast, I mean greased up race car flooring it fast. I had a heroin addiction, I didn’t have a job, and I was prostituting myself just to stay alive and feed my addiction. I lost my home, my girlfriend, everything.

            But then, a client of mine told me about something I could do. He told me about a ritual I could go through to get my life on track. He said I would only get a set amount of years to live after that, but at the rate I was going I probably wouldn’t have lived much longer anyways.

            So I did the ritual. I never was superstitious, but I was willing to try anything at this point.  I went to the crossroads, buried what I had to, did everything I had to. But then something happened he hadn’t told me about. A thing appeared. I wasn’t sure whether it was man or woman, young or old. All I could tell is that it was beautiful.

            It asked me what I wanted, so I told it that I wanted to get my life on track. It walked up to me and kissed me, then pulled away and said that I had ten years. I went to ask it what would happen then, but it was gone.

             After that I really got my life back on track. I got a job, a home, money, and a girlfriend. I quit heroin, and for good. I was happy for the first time in my life. I was really happy, and that had never happened before.

            But there was a price to pay. A horrible, horrible price. The day those ten years were up, which was today, I was sitting in my room, about to go to sleep. But then I opened my eyes, and this horrible figure was above me. I could see it, but not really see it. It was almost a product of my mind.

But at the same time I knew it was there. It was just sitting there, not doing anything. But then it attacked me. It was silent while doing it, staring at me all the while. I jumped out of its way, and it tore my bed to shreds. I moved again, and it knocked over my desk.

            This went on for some time, but then it disappeared. Then I went to the corner I was in now, huddled up, waiting for something to happen. Anything really, I just wanted it to be over and done with.

            I sat there for hours, not moving besides shaking in my place, and just glancing all around the room. Nothing was happening, yet I kept on feeling a sense of anxiety as I sat there. I felt as though the entire world had their eyes on me, and they were laughing.

            I looked up, and it was there. It was the figure I saw at the crossroads, but this time it wasn’t beautiful. It was hideous, it was terrifying, and it destroyed me to look at it. I hated it with a passion, and I had to get away.

            I ran across the room, and it just stood there, staring at me. I stared it down, and it took one step, making me flinch. Then it took another, and another, and one more, slowly picking up pace. I backed up more and more, trying to get away.

            I got to a window, and couldn’t back up anymore. But still it proceeded. I tried to move to either side, but it moved to the side with me, almost gliding to the side. I looked backwards, clenched my teeth, and made up my mind. And then I jumped.

At the ghastly kiss,

Something seems amiss,

For the devil makes no deals.

As the bell tolls,

And the bodies roll,

I know the devil makes no deals.