Have you ever thought about selling your soul in an attempt to actually improve your life? I have and I did indeed sell my soul. Now you’re probably thinking that you can’t sell your soul. Let me tell you, you really can and it was the worst decision I’ve ever made in my entire life.
It all started a few months ago. Everything in my life was seemingly perfect. I had a girlfriend that I was madly in love with, a best friend that I could trust and tell him everything. Summer hit and from that point on, everything went downhill. My best friend went to South Dakota to visit his dad as his parents were divorced. He originally was only supposed to be gone for a few weeks, but that stretched out to be a month which turned into a couple months. After a few weeks of him not responding to any of my calls or texts, he finally told me that he decided to move in up there and stay there out of nowhere.
My girlfriend was also gone for a lot of the summer. She was here for the first few weeks, but then she went with her family up to a beach house that she owned in Florida for a couple weeks. She came back and everything was exactly how it had used to be. Unfortunately, she ended up going there again for a few weeks. I had complete confidence that we would last the entire time since it was only for a summer. Well she eventually came back and she kept on saying how she felt weird. Later in that week, she finally decided to break up with me right before things would’ve turned around and gotten way better. I was simply a mess after that. It’s hard to admit, but I cried about her several times and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get over her. She broke my heart into a million pieces.
School started up and I had hoped everything would get better then. I thought I would find a new and better girl and that I would find someone else that could potentially be a new best friend. I was wrong. In fact, everything just got worse! I was stressed out, I had no motivation to actually try in school and get good grades, I was simply depressed. I decided to try and wait things out to see if they would get better, but they didn’t. I was a mess and was desperate to try and find any way at all to turn this all around and make me feel better.
One day, I was looking on the internet and came across a website in which you could sell your soul. Now I’m not going to tell you guys the website because I don’t want anyone to try this and live through everything this put me through. I looked through it all and laughed on how stupid and poorly made it was. On the side bar, I clicked on sell now. There were 2 ways to sell your soul through this site. The first way was you could cut yourself and rub blood on your computer screen where a pentagram was. Now I was never one to actually want to cut myself so I decided not to do that. The second option was you could fill out a form in which you had to put your name and say what you wanted to sell your soul for. I clicked on the scroll bar and there was nothing there that would truly make me happy again so I decided to click on other and type in the little box that appeared that I just wanted to be happy again. There were two boxes you had to check and the first one said something like that I do own my soul and will sell it while. The second box was just a term and agreement box so I decided not to read that at all and checked it anyways.
I clicked the sell it now button on the bottom of the screen and a new page opened up. It said, “Congratulations. You’ve successfully sold your soul! Your confirmation number is:65395.” That gave me a little laugh as I thought it was just a joke and this was a page that automatically appeared after you sold it with a randomly generated number that appeared.
A few weeks had passed and surprisingly enough, everything did get way better! I found a new girlfriend that I loved even more then the first and I came across a new group of people that I could trust with my life. Everything became perfect once again and I was happy!
One day I heard that one of those friends was talking shit and making up shit behind my back. I called him out and we ended up getting into a fight that I initiated. I got suspended for 5 days and was grounded to my house until that was lifted. I couldn’t have any friends over either so I was stuck in my boring house with nothing to do for a week.
The first day, everything was fine. I just played Xbox all day and managed to get my Gunzerker in Borderlands 2 up to level 20 and that made me feel so accomplished. Something was just a little bit strange though. My group of friends would never reply to my text messages which struck me as very odd because they would always reply. I just assumed that they were probably busy or something. My girlfriend was acting just a tad bit strange too. It seemed as if she was depressed or something as she didn’t put in as much effort into texting me, or talking to me on the phone that night when I called her. I thought that was nothing too because I knew she was probably a little bit disappointed in me since I’m not really the one to fight at all. In fact, that was my very first fight and my first time really ever calling someone out.
That night I didn’t sleep to well. I kept waking up from terrible nightmares about demons attacking me and killing my friends and family in front of my eyes. The dreams were oddly vivid in which it seems like they really did happen too. Whenever I woke up I would always hear creaking and what sounded like footsteps all around my house. My house was relatively new too so I thought it was a little bit strange on how it was actually creaking.
The next morning I woke up and went down stairs to eat breakfast. My parents had already left for work and my brother had already gone to school too. The whole day I felt like something else was there though. It felt like something was watching every move which was very odd. After a couple hours my family finally did return from their jobs and school. Something just wasn’t right about any of them that day. Everyone looked very pale and didn’t even say a word to me. They didn’t ask how my day way or say a word about their day. I finally decided to break the silence and ask about their days. They would only reply with one word answers such as good or okay or yeah. I was tired so I decided to go to bed a little bit early that night.
The dreams I had were even worse this time. Demons kept on tormenting me and trying to make my life more and more miserable. I remember walking on the school bus and seeing this thing in the only seat that was open. It was completely black and had big red eyes. It also had horn that went around his head like a halo. I slowly walked towards the seat he was sitting in and I sat next to the creature. It wouldn’t stop staring at me the whole bus ride. Finally towards the end of the bus ride I snapped. I stood up out of my seat and screamed, “What do you want from me!?” Its mouth slowly went into a purely evil smile. He murmured, “I want your soul,” It lunged at me causing me to fly out the side of the bus landing on my back. I woke up after that sweating and with the worst pain on my back. I didn’t want to look at my back at all. I was worried that I actually got hurt from my dream which I know is just crazy! I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t because noises of crashing were coming from the upper level of my house.
After what felt like days morning had finally come and I built up the courage to leave my room. Expecting to see my parents downstairs, I ran to the kitchen quickly to tell them about my whole experience with everything. They were gone. My whole family had disappeared overnight! I started to freak out wondering what I should. I called my girlfriend, she didn’t answer. I called all of my friends, they didn’t answer. I called every number in my contacts and no one answered. I ran to the door trying to open it up, but it was stuck and wouldn’t open. I tried breaking windows just to get out and get some fresh air. Windows wouldn’t break no matter what I did. I threw 20 pound weight and they wouldn’t even get a scratch. I was freaking out and screaming at the top of my lungs hoping one of my neighbors would hear me and call the police to break down my door and get me out of here. I ran into my room and slammed the door behind me locking it.
I eventually calmed down after about an hour so I decided to turn on my Xbox to hopefully calm down to Borderlands 2 and leveling up some more. I thought I would have plenty of friends online and I could talk to one of them. None of my friends were online so I just got to playing Borderlands. Something was ridiculously weird while playing. All the civilians in the town of Sanctuary kept on saying how it was coming and that I need to hide now. Of course I thought they were just talking about an enemy in the game, but boy was I wrong.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something. I faintly saw a black figure standing on the side of my vision. As soon as I looked over at it, it was gone. I thought I was just seeing things due to lack of sleep so I decided to try and take a little nap. My eyes were closed for about 30 minutes when I finally realized I would not be able to sleep. Slowly opening my eyes worried about what I was going to see I noticed the same black figure from my dream on my ceiling staring at me.
I was paralyzed with fear. After a few minutes of just staring at each other, it started to speak in some foreign language that I’ve never heard of in my life. The creature slowly started to climb down the opposite wall of me and I knew it was a perfect time to run. I jumped out of my bed and ran as fast as I could into my parents room right across the hall slamming the door shut behind me. At that point, I wasn’t sure if the thing followed me or not, but I decided not to take the risk to check.
I started to think about what that thing could possibly be. I had never heard of anyone seeing anything that’s remotely like this! Then I remembered about selling my soul. That happened just about a month ago so I thought this had to be it. I grabbed my parents’ bible and one of my dad’s knives that he kept just in case someone broke in. Slowly opening the door, I noticed that it was gone. Relived, I walked downstairs to the kitchen and started to make a hot pocket as I was hungry as hell. My back started to hurt again so I finally built up the courage to look at why it was hurts. What I saw made me scared for my dear life.
On my back the numbers 666 were carved deep into my skin. Oddly enough, the cut were burning hot to the touch too. I was scared for my life at that point. As I walked back into the kitchen, the creature pounced on me. With its claws it started to scratch me all over digging deep into my skin all over me. I somehow got the strength and pushed it off me and I ran into the kitchen grabbing the knife and the bible. The demon had jumped on me again. I put the bible up to its head and repeatedly stabbed the creature dozens of time. It jumped off me and was struggling around the kitchen as if it was dying. Eventually it collapsed and fell on the floor not moving a muscle.
I sprinted into my room and moved my bed blocking the door making sure nothing could get in. Freaking out again, I went on my laptop to the website in which I did sell my soul and I filled out another form. Instead of putting I want to be happy again in the other box, I put get this thing to stop chasing me and going after me. I hit the Sell Your Soul button again and the most shocking thing came up. It had said, “Your soul has already been sold. Thought you could fool Satan, did you?” I stared at the screen for a few minutes and finally realized what I had done. I really did sell my soul on that website and Satan sent this demon to try and get it from me.
So take my word everyone. No matter what you do NEVER try to sell your soul to anything no matter what you want. Life WILL get better without it. I wouldn’t want to wish this hell on anyone! Live your life and just promise me you will never visit this website and fill out the form or cut yourself and put your blood on the pentagram. I know Satan won’t give up until he does get my soul. In fact, the demons that he had sent again are all around me right now…
Credit To: Me, Ryan Arnold