I fell into a dark room lit by only a few candles. It looked a lot like the judgement room, but everything was darker and colder. For the first time in my life, I was truly scared.
Far off in the distance, I could hear terrible screams; a woman shrieking at the top of her lungs. She sounded like she was dying. But if this was Hell, could she die again?
I was snapped out of this thought process by a loud bang and the door opening. The dark room was filled with a red eerie light and a tall man with black stringy hair, pale white skin, deep red eyes, and huge towering frame. This was the first time I had ever truly feared a person in my life.
"Jason," he said to me. His voice made a hissing sound, like a snake. "I've been waiting for you!" He laughed loudly and his cackle brought me out of my trance. I screamed, which seemed to only amuse him more.
"Who...Who are you?" I whispered. The mean flat voice I had managed to obtain for most of my life was lost to me now. I was a frightened child in the face of someone much meaner than I.
"I am everything you are afraid of. I am your worst nightmares come to life. I'm the man who tops them all, and I'm here to make your life a living Hell!" he said and I jumped up and held to the wall like it could save me now.
"I'm not afraid of anything!" I said, trying to brave up to this strange man.
"You are. You're afraid of life, so you don't live. You're afraid of many things, but you've kept yourself encapsulated forever so you don't know fear. But guess what, Jason. I'm here to show you fear." he said.
The wall I was climbing up collapsed to dust beneath me and I flew to the ground in the pile of ashes.
"I don't belong here!" I screamed up at him. "I've never stolen, or anything like that. I amnot a murderer!"
"You aren't?" he hissed down at me.
"No!" I screamed.
"Tell that to your first girlfriend. The one you beat and left in the parking lot after cheating? She got jumped. They killed her. We assessed her situation, and she was strong enough to fight them off if you hadn't already weakened her. You contributed to that Jason. You are a murderer."
"No!" I screamed again. But it was worthless. All my kicking, screaming, and thrashing about did was amuse him.
He called for the "guards" to take me away. Out of the darkness, two skeletons appeared, masked by black cloaks, and grabbed me.
"Who are you?" I shreaked as they pulled me away.
"Beelzebub, ruler of the deamons, and you're in for some fun."
All I saw then was darkness.
