The human memory is a difficult thing to carry around with you. It's something we often find ourselves revisiting at the most bazaar of circumstances. Sometimes it will come from something you over hear that triggers it, while other times the sight of something from your past will bring back memories of something you wish you could forget.
I was headed home from the week's vacation I took from work. I took it because it was my little sister's wedding. I wouldn't miss it for the world. On my way home I made several pit stops. I ended up hooking up with a girl and staying a night or two at a hotel with her. Of course the second night ended with her wielding a knife and trying to kill me in my sleep. So I left that night, forcing her to pay for the room upon checking out. Did I feel bad about it? Not in the slightest. What would you do if someone tried killing you.
I figured in that, it was a safe bet to head home. So I drove for several hours until eventually I found myself pulling into my parking lot just as it was beginning to get dark outside. I got out of my car and approached my porch. I stopped midway up the steps when I saw a white, plastic bag sitting in front of my door. It had things inside but it was too dark to make anything out. I picked up the bag and walked inside.
After getting inside, I set it on my kitchen counter. The bag was heavier than I thought it would have been. I went back to the door and peaked my head out, looking around to see if the person that dropped it off would be in sight. After the coast was clear, I shut the door and made my way back to the bag, curious about the contents.
I opened the bag and took things out one by one. The first thing was some kind of fly swatter with a button on the side. I pressed it and small blue sparks jumped across the netting. The netting itself looked red as though it was previously used to take down something big and got its blood all over it.
The next item was a plastic baby doll with its head missing. A little creepy but okay, I thought. Next was a small jar full of what I could only assume was teeth. Upon seeing this, it made my stomach churn. What kind of person keeps a jar of teeth around? To freak people out like this?
Next was a good sized muffin that was covered in plastic wrap. It was a dark brown color. I unwrapped it and it smelled like banana bread. I was hungry and tempted to try it, but I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea.
I pulled the final item, some kind of book, from the bag and tossed the bag in the trash can beside me. I took a look at the book. It was bound in a broken, brown leather. From the red markings on the front, I recognized it instantly. It was a Satanic bible.
When I had just graduated high school I was into some dark things. I wasn't sure if it was to rebel against my parents or to fit in with the friends I graduated with. Either way, I unintentionally joined a cult.
It was my friend Jeremy that talked me into it. He said that if you study the satanic bible and come with them to perform sacrifices, Satan would befriend you and make your darkest desires come to life. I agreed. I mean, what kid coming out of high school doesn't dream of fortune? To end up with a ton of money and never have to waste your life working endless hours at a job you hate. That's how they lured me.
For a while, everything was running without a hitch. We met up every Tuesday and Thursday night in the middle of Snickton woods, near the edge of town. We'd preform our usual satanic rituals. But when the night came where we each had to sacrifice something we held dearest to us, so many people brought pictures of loved ones before their passing. Others brought things they grew up with. As for me, I brought the watch my dad had given me. It was the last thing of his I had before he divorced my mom and left the family for good. I've never seen him since. I always held it dear as a hope that he would one day return to see me.
Everyone else threw their object into the fire we encircled. But when it came my turn I chickened out. They each turned to me and said, "If you cannot sacrifice your object, you must sacrifice blood." It started with one person saying it, holding out a knife. I backed away from it, then others joined in the chant, taking slow steps toward me.
I turned around and ran all the way back home. I knew they were chasing after me, so I didn't stop running, and never looked back.
Ever since that day, I swore I would never fall back into Satanism.
After the recollection of my dark past, I found myself coming back and looking through the book. It wouldn't hurt. I unwrapped the muffin and began to snack on it. I wasn't thinking much about it. For all I know it's some kind of ominous welcoming gift, trying to get me back into the cult.
As I ate, I skimmed through the book. The flipping of the pages slowed when I had an eerie thought cross my mind. What if they wanted me to perform a ritual with all this stuff? I flipped through the pages again to see if there was anything inside that called for any of these things. There were a lot that were close but included things that weren't present.
The closest thing I could find was one about immortality. It involved a jar of human teeth, a childhood toy half destroyed, the blood of a dragonfly, and a dead body. But I didn't understand where I'd get a dead body. Did they expect me to kill someone?
That's when I felt my heart slowing. I felt incredibly nauseous and darted to the bathroom. As I vomited it was nothing but blood. I topped onto the floor. The last thing I heard was the sound of footstep following behind me.
I was headed home from the week's vacation I took from work. I took it because it was my little sister's wedding. I wouldn't miss it for the world. On my way home I made several pit stops. I ended up hooking up with a girl and staying a night or two at a hotel with her. Of course the second night ended with her wielding a knife and trying to kill me in my sleep. So I left that night, forcing her to pay for the room upon checking out. Did I feel bad about it? Not in the slightest. What would you do if someone tried killing you.
I figured in that, it was a safe bet to head home. So I drove for several hours until eventually I found myself pulling into my parking lot just as it was beginning to get dark outside. I got out of my car and approached my porch. I stopped midway up the steps when I saw a white, plastic bag sitting in front of my door. It had things inside but it was too dark to make anything out. I picked up the bag and walked inside.
After getting inside, I set it on my kitchen counter. The bag was heavier than I thought it would have been. I went back to the door and peaked my head out, looking around to see if the person that dropped it off would be in sight. After the coast was clear, I shut the door and made my way back to the bag, curious about the contents.
I opened the bag and took things out one by one. The first thing was some kind of fly swatter with a button on the side. I pressed it and small blue sparks jumped across the netting. The netting itself looked red as though it was previously used to take down something big and got its blood all over it.
The next item was a plastic baby doll with its head missing. A little creepy but okay, I thought. Next was a small jar full of what I could only assume was teeth. Upon seeing this, it made my stomach churn. What kind of person keeps a jar of teeth around? To freak people out like this?
Next was a good sized muffin that was covered in plastic wrap. It was a dark brown color. I unwrapped it and it smelled like banana bread. I was hungry and tempted to try it, but I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea.
I pulled the final item, some kind of book, from the bag and tossed the bag in the trash can beside me. I took a look at the book. It was bound in a broken, brown leather. From the red markings on the front, I recognized it instantly. It was a Satanic bible.
When I had just graduated high school I was into some dark things. I wasn't sure if it was to rebel against my parents or to fit in with the friends I graduated with. Either way, I unintentionally joined a cult.
It was my friend Jeremy that talked me into it. He said that if you study the satanic bible and come with them to perform sacrifices, Satan would befriend you and make your darkest desires come to life. I agreed. I mean, what kid coming out of high school doesn't dream of fortune? To end up with a ton of money and never have to waste your life working endless hours at a job you hate. That's how they lured me.
For a while, everything was running without a hitch. We met up every Tuesday and Thursday night in the middle of Snickton woods, near the edge of town. We'd preform our usual satanic rituals. But when the night came where we each had to sacrifice something we held dearest to us, so many people brought pictures of loved ones before their passing. Others brought things they grew up with. As for me, I brought the watch my dad had given me. It was the last thing of his I had before he divorced my mom and left the family for good. I've never seen him since. I always held it dear as a hope that he would one day return to see me.
Everyone else threw their object into the fire we encircled. But when it came my turn I chickened out. They each turned to me and said, "If you cannot sacrifice your object, you must sacrifice blood." It started with one person saying it, holding out a knife. I backed away from it, then others joined in the chant, taking slow steps toward me.
I turned around and ran all the way back home. I knew they were chasing after me, so I didn't stop running, and never looked back.
Ever since that day, I swore I would never fall back into Satanism.
After the recollection of my dark past, I found myself coming back and looking through the book. It wouldn't hurt. I unwrapped the muffin and began to snack on it. I wasn't thinking much about it. For all I know it's some kind of ominous welcoming gift, trying to get me back into the cult.
As I ate, I skimmed through the book. The flipping of the pages slowed when I had an eerie thought cross my mind. What if they wanted me to perform a ritual with all this stuff? I flipped through the pages again to see if there was anything inside that called for any of these things. There were a lot that were close but included things that weren't present.
The closest thing I could find was one about immortality. It involved a jar of human teeth, a childhood toy half destroyed, the blood of a dragonfly, and a dead body. But I didn't understand where I'd get a dead body. Did they expect me to kill someone?
That's when I felt my heart slowing. I felt incredibly nauseous and darted to the bathroom. As I vomited it was nothing but blood. I topped onto the floor. The last thing I heard was the sound of footstep following behind me.
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