John 8:44

It's Latin Bro

"Dare I ask why? Or where he is?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Hell if he doesn't change his ways, us too." Brett laughed. Both me and Aaron joined in the laughter. Once it died down we all got in my car.

"Don't you think you should change? Not to presentable at the moment."

I looked down. An acid-washed AC/DC muscle shirt and pajama pants were all I seemed to put on. After muttering crap I ran into the house and took stairs two at a time.

I put on a white button-up shirt with a loosely tied maroon tie. After getting into some black skinny jeans I looked at myself in the mirror. Staring back at me was a tall, mildly buff, boy. Shaggy brown hair with blonde tips, hiding the piercing blue eyes. I turned and left the room.

After rejoining the boys downstairs we all piled back into my car and began the trip to Hell, or the Quaker cemetery. Whichever sounds better. The hour drive seemed to drag along. We only stopped for food once. Then a pee break because Aaron believed his bladder might just burst.

An hour and six minutes later we arrived. The image of three boys spilling out of a car might come across weird, thankfully there was no one around. We walked towards the gate before being noticed by the groundskeeper, who seemed to be stumbling out of the bathroom as if he did a line of coke.

I led the way to the very back corner. The boys followed closely behind.

"It should be here somewhere." I spin in a circle then realize I'm on the wrong end. "Right, left corner. Let's go guys." We jog to the other side.

I point to two twin trees twisted in an arc. "That's it."

"Tristan you know what you're doing right?" Aaron stutters.

"Of course I do. I've seen my dad do it loads of times." I respond sarcastically. Neither Aaron nor Brett would step any closer, so I went in the middle of both trees and waited for them to join me. Reluctantly they both came closer, one on each side of me.

I cleared my throat. "Aperitur infernum nomine diaboli."

We stood for a few seconds. Brett coughed awkwardly.

"Are you sure you said it right?" He asked.

"I'm sure," I rolled my eyes, "I'm not sure why it didn't work like I said I've seen my dad do it a ton of times." As we stood there I racked my brain as to why the portal wouldn't open.

When the thought struck me I ran without warning back to my car. I dug around my center console. My hand struck a cold metal, I quickly grabbed it and ran back.

"Dude where did you go?" Aaron asked.

"I didn't think about it because my dad always wears his necklace, but you have to have something from Hell to get in." I raised the necklace in my hand.

I tried once again, "Aperitur infernum nomine diaboli." The trees began twisting even further up, creating a door. I grabbed both Aaron and Brett's hand and stepped through.

There was a flash of light, then total darkness, and finally a lightly lit hallway.

"What was that 'Ravioli Ravioli give me the formioli.' crap?" Brett said looking around.

I scoffed. "It was Latin bro."