I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, the angels who have been chosen to cast me into hell are coming down the hallway.
I can hear their footsteps.
I have heard of this hell.
They call it the lake of fire.
I can't stand it, Zack.
I am terrified.
No! The angels are at the door.
Oh no, no! They're coming in and they're pointing at me.
They're grabbing me and carrying me out of the room.
I already can smell the burning sulfur and brimstone.
I can see the edge of the cliff where hell burns.
This is it.
I am without hope.
We're coming closer,
closer,
closer.
My heart is bursting with fear. They're holding me over the flames.
I am damned forever.
This is it.
They are throwing me in.
Fire,
Pain,
HELL.
Why Zack? Why didn't you ever told me about Jesus?
Your friend,
Josh
P.S. Wish you were here.
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A Letter from Hell
EspiritualWhat if? What if you had a friend who died without knowing Jesus as their personal Savior? What if he or she went to hell? What if one day you received a letter in the mail from beyond? A letter from hell. A letter from your friend in the flame...
