Supper tonight was strange. My family was not acting themselves. My mother and father were staring at each other with forced smiles from across the table. My siblings had gobbled up their dinners like monsters.
That night I fell asleep quickly as the fatigue took over my body from the stressful day. When I woke up the next morning I had a hazy memory of the night before barely remembering the strange night.
That day walking home from school I saw the most peculiar sight. What I saw was my house...but also not my house. As I got closer I was able to see that my house was suddenly a black color and the address was the devil's number??
As I walked into the house I could see that the interior of the house was also black with many other dark colors. Everything looked like it was covered in ash as if a fire had burned everywhere. It looked like a punishment. I had to get away, I ran upstairs, packed a bag and got as far away from the house as I could.
I bought myself a train ticket to New York City later the next day. The train ride would definitively take a long time, but knowing how tired I was I would most likely sleep the whole time. But I knew I had to get as far away from home as I could.
I had trapped myself in an alley with a dead end on my run from the devil. I believed that it was all over. I had lost. I turned around and backed myself against the wall. The devil cornered me and began to use his dark magic...