I met the devil for the first time when I was 15 years old
moved with my family to Wichita Falls in the summer of 2003 my dad had been
injured in a work accident and the resulting lawsuit allowed him in early
retirement to the small town life he had always wanted the new house was an old
house a white clapboard two-story structure with a wraparound porch and
vaulted ceilings that backed up to a small creek bed and I loved the feeling
of living in someone else's history stepping into the ruins of countless
other lives as far as I ever knew the house had no history of occult activity
afterward when years and distance had healed me some I went back there and
looked into it know seances or black masses were held there the previous
family wasn't ritualistically slaughtered nor were there ghosts it was
as far as I could tell just the house until the devil came to visit
the first time I saw him I was on the back porch my feet up on the railing and
a book open in my lap the Sun was setting Texas has the best sunsets I
think it's all the petrochemical shit in the air it's slow exsanguination
creating a fiery portrait overhead the reds and purples and bruised Pink's
seeping down below the tree line I was trying to concentrate on my reading JD
Salinger's nine stories if anyone was wondering when I saw movement in the
yard over where the property line merged with the cops of trees that separated
the house from the creek there was a figure standing there back among the
trees before you ask no I wasn't terrified there were no preternatural
chills running through me no supernatural foreboding as I recall it
was rather ordinary a neighbor out for a walk perhaps the figure waved at me and
I waved back and I returned to reading my book when I looked up again the
figure was gone that night in bed I had a dream I was
walking along an empty highway overpass at night the weather was bad wind and
rain lashing down amid the distant roll of thunder looking out across the
guardrail I could see the twinkling lights of a distant carnival
old-fashioned red and white tents glowed within the collection of ferris wheels
and roller coasters I could just hear the sounds of laughter and music coming
from the carnival and smell the faintest hints of caramel and butter
I wanted to hop the guardrail and be there disgusting
Lizabeth in the manner of dreams I don't remember being startled by the sudden
appearance of a stranger in the dark with me he was simply there and I
accepted it impossibly tall he leaned against the guardrail casually with his
hands thrust into his pockets the cowl of his black hoodie concealed his face
and shadow but I could somehow feel that he was smiling at me what is I asked
oops he gestured toward the island of light in the dark knew all people I'm
sorry I don't know why I felt the need to apologize who are you oh you know I
go by a lot of names mostly because you people can't agree on anything do you
live here is heavy bobbed in an imitation of a head shake
I live lots of places I can touch the world more easily from here I'm
everywhere it's dark here I said you want to go there don't you
those lights I came from there once long ago it isn't worth the price of
admission you know he moved closer to me but I can do you in how he held out a
hand his fingers were long and pale and tapered delicate like a woman's I'm
pretty good at getting in places the trick is finding a holy computer a chink
in the armor I can show you but you can't get something for nothing I looked
at his open palm what do you want what do you have to trade I love a good
bargain his words were sucked away by the wind and lost to die in my ears just
seconds after being given voice I don't have anything valuable to trade I said
he clicked his tongue well what have you done it doesn't have to be anything
valuable he paused to consider how about that button he touched a button on the
collar of my shirt yes that would be enough one old button for a trip out
there you want this button i fingered it accidentally why not
it's just a bug on the one hand I knew I was dreaming
and after all it was just a shirt button and the glowing warmth of the distant
carnival sang to me yet on the other something else seemed off about it
something small that picked up my sleeping mind like a nail pics of scabs
some sense of wrongness about the hooded man something old and black that mankind
has lost the words for the button came off with a reluctant pluck between my
fingers and I gazed at its white round simplicity I looked off toward the
carnival it looked too warm and dry and felt like home I held off the button
you'll take me there right nothing simpler
I dropped it into his palm and those long fingers curled around it I could
feel that hidden smile of his growing the man's fingers gripped my shoulder
pulling me up atop the guardrail nothing but inky black unfurled beneath us he
stepped off into nothingness me with him and my heart left into my head air
rushed around me and I felt the ground rising the figures fingers digging into
my shoulders like hot iron and I knew I was going to hit the ground and snap
awake but the carnival rose up ahead of me bathing me in the rosy light from
rows and rows of 80 watt light bulbs lining the entrance to the fairground
accordion music rang out and through the archway I could see other people
families and children rushing back and forth laughing and smiling the man from
the overpass was still there standing just back from the light of the carnival
arms folded across his chest didn't I tell you nothing simpler I do love when
it's easy like that one gets so tired of teaching musicians of view chords I not
adopt fully stepping toward the entrance what are you going to do with my button
doesn't matter I shook my head I was under the main entryway now the smell of
candy apples and boiled peanuts was overpowering the music was much louder
almost deafening and warm so hot under the glare of so many bulbs why was
everyone smiling like that call it a good-faith payment next time we'll trade
for something else he had retreated farther into the
shadows around the edge of the fairground I could barely make him out
when I turned back an alarm what who are you
You Know Who I am I'm what you don't believe in what you've always been a
little afraid of in the dark in your bed at night when you piss yourself and cry
for your mommy to come sit with you his voice had dropped to the thinness of
rustling leaves I'm the devil and now I know you J fear gripped me hot and wild
unashamed fear took me in that nightmare as I turned to run into the safety of
the carnival but were the lights and sounds of happiness had been now was
only flame and lightning crashed from the clouds above striking the ferris
wheel again and again and the people on the rides were screaming others were
running past me faster and faster with horrific grins ripping their faces as
they ran and danced laughing into the spreading flames my bed resolved itself
into cool hard familiar reality beneath me anchoring me to the world that was my
bedroom my sheets were soaked with sweat and the comforter was a knotted mess
around my legs and waist I sat up in bed panting clutching my head in my hands a
nightmare a fucking nightmare when I had
sufficiently calmed down I got up changed my sheets and sat at my desk
listening to the unfamiliar sounds of the new house settling around me in the
night the dream disturbed me and left me Restless i sat up a few more hours
before slipping back under the covers as the sky began to lighten but sleep
remained elusive when my alarm went off at 6:30 I got up and got ready for
school standing at the closet I rooted around for something to wear before
pulling a plaid button-up off-the-hook funny I thought as I pulled it on when
had I lost a button
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storytime
I wanted to tell the story of how I got my fifth grade teacher fired on accident
he's a douche anyway I'm not going to say his name but we used to call him
Peter skin this was a Christian school I know it's hard to believe but I did go
to Christian school there was a certain day a week we could bring a toy or
something or a book it wasn't show-and-tell it was like I don't know
fun time but anyway we could bring something so I brought a yo-yo some
people brought a book or I don't remember so anyway it was time to stop
well I couldn't get the yo-yo off my finger I only think you're supposed to
tie a knot it's just like a loose loop that you go through itself or something
but I tied a knot so I couldn't get it off and Peter skins like you know put it
away it's I said to put it away and I'm like I can't get it off my finger was
like purple I mean it was obvious I couldn't get it off I wasn't doing it to
be a smartass and so he's like pulls out a pocketknife he's like well maybe I'll
cut it off maybe I'll cut your finger off too I wasn't scared he he was full
of shit this is the same guy actually that humiliated me for cussing I've
always cussed I love it but uh so he found out I was cussing at recess or
something I don't know so he makes me come up to the front of the class with a
dictionary gives me a dictionary and he's like look up the F word and you
know there's like there's like 10 there's a lot of definitions like fuck
off fuck up you know what I mean so he's telling me to read all of them read the
definitions to the class well I started crying
because I mean I would cry if someone yelled at me or I used to cry all the
time let's just put it that way anyway I start crying I hardly make it through
one fuck but I wish I could go back and do it again man I'd read the shit out of
that anyway after he has a pocket knife out and he says he's going to cut it off
and I'm like I can't I can't get it off he sends me to the office while I go
into the office they're like what's going on
I tell them the story everything that happened including the cutting of the
finger and whatever and I was just I wasn't looking to get the guy in trouble
I was just telling the story the next day he was gone and we had a basically a
sub for the rest of the year and that's how I got my fifth grade teacher Peter
skinned fired so this has been another installment of story time story turn
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