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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Creatures & Monsters
- Published: 04/10/2022
My Experience in Hell
Born 1973, F, from CA, United StatesMy Experience in Hell [I got an A on this story in school :-)]
Aaaaaaahhggggg! (KERPLUNK!!) Eeeeuuwwwww, gross!!! Where am I? I've just fallen from my slender thread through the floor and landed in the basement of Hell!!
I pick myself up, dust myself off and look around. Hell is horribly gory, gross, and hot dead people with bloody stab wounds through their hearts, are learning against the walls. There’s an awful smell of rotting flesh in the air. Sick!! I think I’m gonna barf!!
Flames shoot out from an enormous pit in the center of Hell.
There are terrifying monsters around the pit, screeching and wailing, scaring me to death. I want out! Now!! I run around the pit, trying to find a way out.
Then I bump into the “Boss Devil” herself. She is the meanest, goriest and sickest- looking devil there. She is covered with bloody scars and stab wounds, her eyes bug out, her hair is matted with garbage, and her breath smells like a skunk. I’m so paralyzed with fear that I can’t even turn my head to avoid seeing her ugliness.
She tells me that I must have been a very bad girl to have landed down here. I explain there’s been a terrible mistake, because I am nice and kind, and have a very good art ability. She says its too late now, I’m here for the rest of eternity. Then she gives me the key to my room and tells me I’d better get used to it. But how can I get used to someplace so horrible? My life is over! My dreams are shot to Hell, literally!
When I open the door to my room, I gasp in shock. The walls are dripping with blood. Heads of corpses are sticking through holes in the wall. Agonized moans echo through the corridors. I collapse into a chair in the corner of the room and start to cry my eyes out. This place is too terrible…too horrible…
After awhile, when I start to calm down, I realize that there’s no way to escape, so I try to cheer myself up by imagining that my favorite country singer, Barbara Mandrell, is in the room with me. Suddenly, as if by magic, Barbara appears before me. She is wearing a gorgeous pink satin outfit with white tassels hanging from the shoulders, and a sequined belt around her waist. We both give each other a much-needed hug. Wow! What a thrill!
I ask her what she does when she feels trapped in a terrible situation like this. She says that she pictures herself in her favorite place - her luxurious beach house - relaxing with her family and close friends, and being waited on hand and foot. It sounds like a wonderful idea.
I tell her that I absolutely love her singing. She thanks me, and sings a song especially for me in her wonderful voice. Then she mysteriously disappears.
Now that she’s gone, I think about my favorite place and my favorite people, and about being waited on hand and foot. You know, it actually works. I’m feeling better already. I guess once you know how to look at it, Hell isn’t such a bad place after all.
My Experience in Hell(Lyrissa Paz)
My Experience in Hell [I got an A on this story in school :-)]
Aaaaaaahhggggg! (KERPLUNK!!) Eeeeuuwwwww, gross!!! Where am I? I've just fallen from my slender thread through the floor and landed in the basement of Hell!!
I pick myself up, dust myself off and look around. Hell is horribly gory, gross, and hot dead people with bloody stab wounds through their hearts, are learning against the walls. There’s an awful smell of rotting flesh in the air. Sick!! I think I’m gonna barf!!
Flames shoot out from an enormous pit in the center of Hell.
There are terrifying monsters around the pit, screeching and wailing, scaring me to death. I want out! Now!! I run around the pit, trying to find a way out.
Then I bump into the “Boss Devil” herself. She is the meanest, goriest and sickest- looking devil there. She is covered with bloody scars and stab wounds, her eyes bug out, her hair is matted with garbage, and her breath smells like a skunk. I’m so paralyzed with fear that I can’t even turn my head to avoid seeing her ugliness.
She tells me that I must have been a very bad girl to have landed down here. I explain there’s been a terrible mistake, because I am nice and kind, and have a very good art ability. She says its too late now, I’m here for the rest of eternity. Then she gives me the key to my room and tells me I’d better get used to it. But how can I get used to someplace so horrible? My life is over! My dreams are shot to Hell, literally!
When I open the door to my room, I gasp in shock. The walls are dripping with blood. Heads of corpses are sticking through holes in the wall. Agonized moans echo through the corridors. I collapse into a chair in the corner of the room and start to cry my eyes out. This place is too terrible…too horrible…
After awhile, when I start to calm down, I realize that there’s no way to escape, so I try to cheer myself up by imagining that my favorite country singer, Barbara Mandrell, is in the room with me. Suddenly, as if by magic, Barbara appears before me. She is wearing a gorgeous pink satin outfit with white tassels hanging from the shoulders, and a sequined belt around her waist. We both give each other a much-needed hug. Wow! What a thrill!
I ask her what she does when she feels trapped in a terrible situation like this. She says that she pictures herself in her favorite place - her luxurious beach house - relaxing with her family and close friends, and being waited on hand and foot. It sounds like a wonderful idea.
I tell her that I absolutely love her singing. She thanks me, and sings a song especially for me in her wonderful voice. Then she mysteriously disappears.
Now that she’s gone, I think about my favorite place and my favorite people, and about being waited on hand and foot. You know, it actually works. I’m feeling better already. I guess once you know how to look at it, Hell isn’t such a bad place after all.
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