My first skydive.
My name is Ella. I am 13 years old, and 3 years ago, I went skydiving for the first time. There, where I dove, they believe there is a ghost that drags down any divers that go there. I, personally, knew that ghost before she died. I also know the stories are true........ Because I died on my first skydive, and if you come near me, you will to!
Escape From Hell
As I climbed through the hole in the ground, I saw light for the first time in 4 years. I had just escaped from down, down, down, below the center of earth. The supreme jail, the lane of justice, Lucifer's palace, the devil's play place. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a pebble that was reddish-brown in color. That was the accursed object, the one the stranger had given to me, the reason I was down there. I had done nothing wrong; the stranger had given me the stone just before he was to be dragged under. The owner of the object goes, so, because it was then mine, I was taken instead of him. Now, I planned to get my revenge. I was going to return the favor, and give the object back. First I had to find him. I knew he was homeless, he was wearing rags when he gave the stone to me. I just had to look long enough to find him. I walked and walked, and finally I saw the sleeping form on the ground. It was him. I kicked him roughly. He woke. He saw me, and tried to run. I grabbed him, and threw him on the ground. I yelled, "This is your stone. The stone that has inflicted pain and suffering on me for 4 years. I now give it back to you, so you get exactly what you deserve!" I stuffed it into his pocket, and the ground shook. I backed away, smiling, not caring what would happen now. A hole in the ground opened up, and charred and flaming hands grabbed the stranger and pulled him under. I leaned forward, wanting to see him for the last time. He was dragged, burnt and screaming, into red, tall, flaming gates, never to be seen again.
To this day, I still think of him as I look out of my barred window of my one-room cell. I was sent to an insane asylum after trying to tell the police what happened. They said I had an extreme case of some mental problem, but I didn't care, because I knew it was real.
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