Journal entry |33,055| 16/10/2022

(Belonging to hell.)

Have you ever hated someone to the point where you start thinking -if only that person didn't exist- or maybe -if only that person weren't born- or the famous -if only that person were dead- ? Well you'd be surprised at how many people wish things like this only to have their wish granted but regret it later.

I've appeared to many and not once have anyone ever refused my offer. I'll tell you now, when you curse someone, you dig two graves. A curse is a double edged sword, you will suffer from it as well so think twice before cursing someone. Because it will cost you your soul.

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My name is Jennifer, and I'm a student. I don't consider myself a bad student but I think it's become obvious that my teacher at school thinks I am.

Even though I'm not.

I'm just a little different.

It all started one day at school after lunch when I was getting ready to go back to class. I noticed that our home room teacher was looking at me and scribbling in his note book. It's the type of books you see detectives use in movies.

He was no doubt writing some more lies about me in that book of his. He always threatens me saying how he's gonna call my parents and show them how disrespectful and undiciplined I am. It always rubs me the wrong way. But I get it. You know while we're in class he can lord over me all he wants but now he's following me too?

After school I met up with two of my friends to, you know hang out and while we were talking I caught a glimpse of that creep watching me from down the corridor, scribbling in that wretched book of his.

"Isn't that against the school rules or something?" I fumed.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Asked Ashley with a genuine look of confusion.

Haile didn't have to ask, she saw him.

"That creep follows me around scribbling in that book he always has," I stated "can't we report him or something?"

I was sure my anger showed, I hated him and he knew it. He was provoking me, deliberately provoking me trying to get me to do something that would get me expelled. That must be what he wanted and using that book of his he provokes me.

He probably can't stand the fact that I ignore him in class.

"You could try that website, you know the one where if you wait until midnight and type someone's name and send it, they'll be cursed!" Haile suggested. She was smiling and it was obvious they didn't find it as annoying as I did.

"I'm going home guys, I can't stand that creep," I stated "tell Misty I couldn't wait."

Misty, another one of my friends.

That night I quickly forgot about the teacher, my favorite band released a new album and I just couldn't get enough of it.

The next day I carried my iPod to school, I intended to stick to my game.

Ignore the creep.

And this time I'll do it while enjoying my music, but even though I said that. I totally forgot about it, it was strange he didn't even look my way once today, maybe it gets better after all.

I couldn't help it I was happy and I couldn't hide it, I was smiling and it felt good to be free of the nuisance.

The end of the school day came and I couldn't wait to tell, my friends the good news.

I put my earphones on and my day was perfect, that teacher was no longer following me and this music. It was just too good.

Suddenly someone grabbed me by the shoulder pulled off my ear phones and tugged my iPod from my pocket.

I couldn't believe it, it was him. Instantly my mood turned sour and the first thing that came from my mouth was "You better fucking give that back!"

He was saying something but in my rage I failed to hear what he said. That's when he pulled it out, his notebook. Without thinking I slapped it from his hand and darted from the the corridors and ran most of the way home.

I was furious! No I was more than furious I was neck deep in ink black hatred.

I couldn't even think straight, I was so angry I couldn't eat that night. I had made up my mind, he had to die.

I waited until midnight and at 12:00 I searched for the website, my room was dark lit only by the blueish light from my computer.

I typed in -hell girl- and as soon as I pressed enter, I was on this weird site. No scrolling or clicking, I was just there. Normally I'd be spooked by this, at least a little but I was still too angry to think anything of it.

There was a dark and foreboding look to the website, the edges of the page seemed entangled with thorns that appeared to poke their way through the screen and in the center was a message and a white text field to (as I guessed) type the name of whom ever you wanted to curse, the background was black. I wouldn't be surprised if I reached out to touch it and my hand went into it.

The message was simple, it said

-type the name of the person you wish to curse-

The simplicity of it made me doubt that it was what my friends had said it was, I mean maybe this was just the work of someone who wanted attention right?

I was beginning to question myself, why was I relying on something like this anyway? The answer to that was just as simple.

Even though I wanted it, his death... I couldn't directly harm any living creature not to mention another human being.

But what should I do? What could I do but hope this works?

I cautiously type in the name and let my finger hover over the enter key for a second, after which I pressed it.

I half expected something as dramatic as my laptop exploding to happen.

I don't know what I was expecting.

But nothing happened.

Nothing...

At least that's what I thought....

I closed the laptop without shutting it off.

It was kind of a relief, an internal sigh but at the same time, disappointment.

Suddenly a soft crimson hue and light grew behind me, for a moment I didn't understand but when I did... Fear, a deep dread was cast over me like a net I could not escape, for a while I didn't want to look but after a few minutes of nothing I slowly turned.

I was no longer in my room, the first thing that caught my eyes was, the little girl in her red dress and black eyes that wrought it's heaviness on my shoulders. My heart picked up its pace, I could feel it at my throat.

She stood under a huge tree on a grassy bank next to some sort of pond that went out into a seemingly endless fog. The red glow was from the sunset or that's what I thought, I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers.

-If you seek to curse someone, take this-

In her hand lay a straw doll, with a red ribbon tied around its neck.

-If you really wish to curse that person then pull the ribbon and that person will instantly be ferried off to hell-

suddenly the doll was in my hand and I no longer felt afraid.

I giggled a little, surprising myself.

-but-

This pause rekindled a small glint and flicker of fear inside me.

-I'll tell you now, when you curse someone, you dig two graves. Your soul will also be marked for hell-

-Although It will not be claimed until you die-

Her voice was like a child's, but I knew that despite how she appeared she wasn't.

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I woke with a start.

My forehead was wet and my hair matted to it.

A dream? Is what I thought but then, I felt the doll in my hand and I smiled. It was weird but I couldn't hold it back.

I barely got any sleep, I was ready to go to school. I wanted to see the look on his creepy face when I curse him. I wanted to laugh but I held it in. Not yet...

I arrived later than usual on purpose, only a few students were late and the school's entrance was almost empty. Compliments of the dark day that seemed to promise heavy rain.

Strange...

I thought. Usually he would be at the school's gate telling the late students to hurry, but this time he wasn't.

Maybe it was because of the weather.

I cursed under my breath.

We didn't have home room today, so it probably meant that I wouldn't see him until after lunch, I could feel my resolve weakening and now I was even angrier, angry at myself.

There was a boiling feeling in my chest a deep rage, -are you gonna give up?-

I felt myself let out a snicker, as I put my hand in my bag and let my fingers take hold of the straw doll.

Fiiind him, fiiind him, sung a small familiar voice.

The already dark morning grew darker still and I felt myself walk towards the school building, I didn't know where I was going but I knew that where ever my feet were taking me would be where he was and that thought propelled my movement.

Soon enough I was at the staff room.

It too was empty save for the school nurse, a tall and pale looking woman with defined features.

"Where's Mr.@$&)&$# ?" I asked.

"Well good morning, Jennifer" the woman smiled "Mr. #@&&$@# ?....Why he's right behind you." I turned and there he was, the creature, the thing that made my life a living hell.

He had bags under his eyes like he hadn't slept a wink. He seemed shocked by my being there.

"Wh-what's going on here? " he stammered and then again "What's going on!?"

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, "You know what to do." Suddenly there was a faint ringing sound in the surrounding, I looked down and the doll was in my hand, it felt warm almost a if I'd been holding it the whole time.

Mr. #%£*}%^ tried stepping back but fell backwards, but still attempted to pull himself away, his shoes scuffing the floor.

The sound grew louder and louder still "eyes... Y-your eyes!" He stammered as he tried to get away.

-doo it, doo it- the nurse's voice sung, -kiiill him, kiiill him- the she chanted.

Faint giggling echoed in the room and, the faint pitter patter of small feet sounded as if a small child had run up to me.

My breathing was heavy, as I reached for the red ribbon tied around the doll's neck. With the ribbon in my grasp I, pulled.

And suddenly it was quiet.

But right beside the teacher was the little girl, he slowly turned his head to face her undeniable fear in his eyes .

"Hey, mister," she called as she smiled, her eyes black and seemingly void "Would you mind dying once?"

Slowly all expression melted from his face, revealing a blank, distant look.

He stood and the little girl took his hand, and slowly led him away smiling happily .

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People just don't know how to curb their evil desire, malicious intent, and now as I deliver this soul to hell it just goes to prove my point, people are evil by nature, making creatures like me only a scary nightmare by comparison.

The murky water laps silently at the side of the small boat, while the fog prevents sight for more than a few meters, the black sky looming... at the front sat the teacher muttering silently in disbelief. "Why? Why? What did I do? Why?"

While the child in her red dress sat at the back watching him.

Just watching him.

Slowly but surely a huge wrought iron gate rises out of the water in the not so distant.

-Welcome to hell, mister-.

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I skipped school for the next few weeks, I felt terrified of the place, but soon after it became clear to me that nothing was going to happen. No one called my house to tell my parents what I'd done, no one knew...

Save the nurse who gave me that man's note book before I left.

It was evidence against me after all.

First I considered burning it but I couldn't bring myself to do so without looking in the book first... only, at the time I couldn't.

So I kept it and now as I hold the book in my hand I'm compelled to look into it again.

So i did.. I opened the book.

First thing I noticed was the small memo written on the first page.

-Welcome students with a smile-

I skipped the page there was an unfinished game of tic tac toe and another of hangman but no names or notes of any kind. I started sweating perfusly as I slowly became frantic, I skipped but page after page contained nothing but meaningless scribble until finally I dropped it and crouched down hugging my knees.

I couldn't stop shaking,

-I'm going to hell!...- I whispered.

-I'm going to hell!...-

-I'm going to hell!...-