High school story: My Soul

--The following story was written on my 1st Upward Bound Summer stay. I found it while rummaging through my old papers. My English was just getting good back them. I have written it here with only the corrections I received at that time.(OK I had to fix some common mispelling too.)--

Wanda Salas
July 17, 1998
Mrs. Cissé

The hour is mid-night. A cool breeze kisses the moonlight in the Untermeyer Park. In the northwest section of the park, near the empty swimming pool, a shadow emerges. It is Satan. He has come for me.

My name is Shawnare Witsh. It all started the night when some friends and I got together to play OUIJA. I heard stories about this game, but I didn’t really believe them. That was until it happened to me. I heard that when you play you ask something of the Devil. He would ask you to do something bad. Like, kill and chicken, stuff like that. Or, do a bad thing to somebody.

Well, that night I let my friends talk me into it. We started to light the candles and lighted some incense. To make the room comfortable for the spirit who wanted to communicate with us. We started to play and concentrate, but I wasn’t taking it seriously. As we continued I took the game more serious. After a while my friends decided to sign off, but I didn’t want to. They got scared. I didn’t look at them, I didn’t care. All I could think about was the game. And proceded. I asked the Devil something very personal. Until that moment he had not asked anything in return, and he asked me for my soul. I tried to sign off, but it was too late.

Since that day I haven’t touched nor played with a OUIJI. A few months have passed, and now he is back. He has come for me, for my soul.

He had make my dreams nightmares through his flash appearances attacking me. Each night more intense than the other. Waking up more terrified. Feeling that my life in each sleep was drain with patience. I didn’t quite see his face. Sometimes I notice he was there when it was too late. When he had caught a strong grip of my dreams. When I couldn’t do nothing to escape. Just the hope of waking up and have life.

Each time it was the same, I would be dreaming very pleasantly. My surrounding looked so real, so life like. At first, I thought nothing. Until everything started moving like an earthquake.