Red Thread of Hate

Spooky Scary Sentences

You once heard rumors that eating in the evening just before going to bed had a bad effect on a person. You had never been one to believe in such nonsense, but now you were suspicious, thinking that this defrosted pizza wasn't as good as you expected. Because what else could mess with your mind so much that it gives you the most ridiculous idea you've never heard of before? It's quite crazy, when you think about it more deeply, you had never imagined such a sick moment, in fact it had not even crossed your mind, and now this dream was so vivid that you almost believed it.

When you woke up in the morning, your mind was blank, but you couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in your chest, feeling that subconsciously your heart was wrapped in fear like in a spider's web. You knew it was a dream, because what else could sound as absurd if it wasn't a figment of your imagination running through the darkest corners of your mind? You had never even consciously thought of such a sick and twisted idea, sounding like a punishment sent to you for the greatest and most terrible transgressions that you didn't even commit. You were in hell, yes, but it wasn't half as bad as the thought of suddenly becoming the Radio Demon's wife. You actually had the nerve to think that Hell was a pretty cool place, apart from the murders and other unsavory things going on around it. That is, you branched out and started a small business, found friends who were relatively normal, and generally after-lived a good afterlife. In fact, it was very similar to when you were alive.

You've never been one to get into relationships, and marriages have absolutely not been your cup of tea. Hell, you've maybe gone on two dates in your entire life and they still ended with you never seeing the guy you went on a date with again afterward. You were also rather proud of the fact that you had never been kissed, even though everyone you met in your life thought you were sick in the head. Well, you can't please everyone, right? You were a person who preferred to live in harmony with yourself instead of pleasing others, which, fortunately or not, turned into a lack of friends. Fortunately, you've never considered yourself an extroverted person, so a few random friends on the Internet were enough for you. Additionally, you had a job in a store and after hours you earned extra money by drawing on commissions, so you didn't complain about the lack of money. Overall, your life was okay.

Unfortunately, however, you were never prudent and did not have a healthy lifestyle. So it wasn't surprising that one day, when you were exhausted from not having a good night's sleep but you still had commissions to paint (on canvas this time), you simply forgot to air out the room. Who knew that staying, or rather falling asleep, in a room full of paint could kill?

Well, you, but you weren't thinking straight at the time.

Instead, you fell straight into hell, which didn't really surprise you, especially since your mind was still hazy from the paint and fumes. So your adventure began, a new clean slate as you like to call it.
Overall, you couldn't even pinpoint exactly what it was that made you and the Radio Demon start to dislike each other. Instead, you could list endlessly what he didn't like about you and what irritated you about him, which were more like never-ending lists of traits. What he kept telling you, every time you met, was that your drawings were childish because you specialized mainly in cartoon art, and that you compensate for your lack of skill by using these damned computer devices. This was supported by the fact that you drew mainly digitally and not traditionally, because you somehow had a reluctance to use paints after your death. You were also described as a person who hides behind stronger people, which was supported by the fact that your friends were big male demons. You then said that at least you were able to have friends, unlike him, and you thought then that you would be thrown into the air and attacked. Of course you didn't owe him because he was irritating as hell not only with his proud personality but also with his nasal voice. He had the vibe of someone who was once in a low social class and when he rose, he didn't admit to being from a lower one. Well, you could say that you brought your verbal spats up to his level, because they were as childish and annoying as he was.