The Devil and Me
Once, a long time ago, I went to hell. I dug a hole down, just enough for me to go down. I got there and I landed right at the stinky feet of the Devil. He was a big, strong, red beast. The devil asked, “What the heck are you doing here?”
I replied back, “I’m here cos I was bored, and to see if Hell was real.” It turns out it was real. I saw a park, I saw some monkey bars. It looked all rusted, broken a bit and missing some bars.
Then I decided to try and swing on the monkey bars. The bar that I was on snapped and I fell and broke my arm. I was in so much pain. So the devil decided to help me. He lifted me up and he used his power to re-heal my arm, and he sent me back up to Earth. He told me never to come back down here again, because it’s a dangerous place. I was confused, and thought, What was I doing down there?
I had asked him seven questions. I don’t know why only seven questions but I think it’s cos I thought I was gonna die if I stayed down there for too long. The questions I asked were, “Why did you help me to leave? Why didn’t he kill me? Why did he want me to leave? Why did he say hell was so dangerous?”