I messed up really bad and now I don’t kno what to
do.
I was yelling at KnitWolf on her blog again last
night. I know you all warned me but I just wanted to hurt her so bad and I
thought we were safe here. I thought that she didn’t know where we were or that
she couldn’t get in here if she did. The devil wasn’t able to come in here, so
why was she??
I was typing when I heard my door creak open. Then I
saw that horrible mask. She grabbed me and covered my mouth before I could do
anything. I felt dizzy as everything changed. We were outside on a path in the
woods. She grabbed my ear and started to pull me along. I realized where I was.
I could feel Satan all around us. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I fought
and screamed, but she was to strong and kept going. I thought she would rip my
ear off. We came to the clearing. She suddenly shoved me forward, knocking me
down. I landed right next to a corpse. I thought it was a corpse until it
moaned.
The smell made my eyes water, and I nearly threwup. How could anyone
still be alive like that?? She pulled me
back up and shoved me into the cabin and let go. There were three other people
standing there, all wearing masks and watching me and a knife on the table next
to me. One of them started to tell her to stop but he stopped when she gave him
a look. That must have been Roy. She asked why I was scared. Since I believe in
God and heaven, she thought I would be rejoicing at the thought of being sent
there. I told her I wasn’t scared of the devil’s servants and went for the
knife. I spun around, ready to defend myself but no one was attacking me. She
just laughed at me.
Then someone else came into the room.
It was Peter
He got between me and KnitWolf. I couldn’t do
anything. I froze up. I tried talking to him but he wouldn’t respond. She
laughed and told me that if they were all servants of the devil then, as a
servant of God, I should kill them all, including Peter.
I hated it but she was right. We are supposed to be
ready to fight the devil, whatever form he takes and whoever he works thru.
Peter suddenly started to cry. He asked me if he was going to go to Hell and
begged me not to hurt him.
I couldn’t do it. I started to cry to. I couldn’t
take anymore and I shoved him out of the way and stabbed her. I screamed at her
that she was heartless and that she would burn forever and that she was a bitch
of Satan! She didn’t react. I kno she can still feel, why didn’t she react?
Then these black things came out of the cuts and grabbed
my arm. One of them stuck into my wrist. I screamed and dropped the knife.
She asked what the matter was. She told me to pray
and to ask God to save me. I told her that God didn’t work that way. She let me
go and asked why I thought I was there. Was it because I was being tested or
was it because my faith wasn’t strong enough? I told her it was because she was
crazy and brought me there. She slapped my face and told me to hold myself to
the same standard as I held others. These were the reasons that I had given for
other people’s suffering, so if God didn’t protect me from being taken, then it
had to be one of those. She said that by my standard, if I was being tested,
then she was doing God’s work. If my faith wasn’t strong enough, then it was my
own fault. I told her I didn’t know.
She told Fell to put my hands on the table and Fell
did it. KnitWolf left and came back with a little stick. She said that she
would bring me back home soon, but not without one other lesson. She said that
I had been very rude to her and others. She brought the stick down on my hands
as she told me that this was what happened to children who lacked manners. I
cried, because it hurt but mostly because I was scared and angry. She told me to think about what I had done and
learn from it. I got one last look at Peter, who was acting like a zombie again
before she brought me back here. I tried to tell the others after she left, but
no one is listening. They don’t believe me that any of Satan’s servants could
get in here say that I must have been dreaming. The only mark that I have as
proof is the spot on my wrist, but it just looks like a bug bite. It hurts and
it feels like it is getting worse.
God, I’m sorry for everything bad I’ve ever done.
I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough. Please forgive me and protect the others.
Please God.
-Laura
