Hell Bound

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Three girls make a deal with the Devil... and he's come to collect.

As the sky filled with dark clouds, the howls and screeches of wolves and cats filled the air with an ominous tone. Three little girls, all dressed in black, made their way into the cemetery where he awaited. When they got there, he stood before them, also dressed in black, his face covered. As they approached him, he smiled a crooked smile.

“Did you bring the items?” He asked them in a low growl. The smallest of the three tossed him a bag full of the items. The bag floated as if suspended on air and unzipped itself. The items he requested all circled around him and then they all disappeared in a burst of fire. “Thank you ladies. He’ll be dead when he says ‘Hi,’ to all of you.” He said as he walked away.

“Wait!” The smallest one yelled. “Can we see your face?”


He stopped, turned around, and smiled. “No.” And in that moment, decaying hands sprouted from the ground, grabbing the girls’ legs and pulling them underneath. They screamed for their lives, hoping their cries of fear would stop the monstrous hands from pulling them underneath. It didn’t. When they were all waist deep, bodies appeared next to them out of thin air. They kneeled down so they could be face to face. Then they screamed, their breath smelled of death and fright.


“We heard your pleas, as clear as a bell. But, in return, we condemn your souls to hell.” With such a twisted rhyme said, they were all thrown into their own graves and dirt began to pour into them. Arms pinned them to the ground. No matter how hard they struggled to break free, their efforts were futile. When the dirt filled their graves, they all awoke at the same time. In their own beds. The smallest one sighed a sigh of relief. 

“Oh my God!” she said. “That was crazy.” The middle one was at her house, she also did the same thing. But the tallest one, the youngest sister, cried. She knew what she did was wrong, but she was pressured into it. For she knew that, tomorrow, at school… someone was going to die.

The next morning, they were at school, during fifth period, all sitting at their table, prepared to work when the person they loathed came in the room. He was so annoying to them all. They hated everything about him, His bright smile. His good looks. His dismal eyes. They hated the big-lipped beast! When he sat at the table, he greeted them one by one.

“Hi, Rachel.” He said to Rachel, the smallest of them all.

“Hi.” She replied.

“Hi, Kenya.”

“Hey.” Replied Kenya, the middle child. And then he looked at Heather. The tallest of them all.

“Hi, Heather.” He greeted her. She said nothing. She only looked down at the table.

“Heather?” He said again. She slowly looked at him. “What’s the matter?”

“N-Nothing, Jawaun.” She stuttered. “Nothing’s the matter.”

“You sure?”

“Damn, she said she was fine!” Rachel rudely interrupted.

“Alright, calm your tits, Rachel.”


“Good.” He smiled at her and she returned his smile with a fake one. “Well, if you guys don’t mind, we have work to do.” As he got up, he fell on the ground; wiggling and wringing like a worm on a hook. “What the hell?” He said, confused. “My leg…” He tried moving his leg, but couldn’t. Soon, he lost all movement in his right arm. “What is going on?” He said. Rachel got up and kneeled by his side.

“Jawaun, are you okay?” She said, worried. It wasn’t real. She was happy that what they wanted was finally happening.

“Does it look like it?” Suddenly, his chest started to expand like a balloon. He couldn’t breathe. No one was around to help because only Rachel, Kenya, and Heather could see what was happening. In everyone else’s eyes, he was perfectly normal and okay.

“I hope you suffer.” Rachel whispered. Kenya started to laugh. Heather just cried. Not aloud, but she silently cried as they mocked Jawaun during his death. It was truly something that she couldn’t handle, but she had to stay. “All you do is annoy us. Well, this time, we’re finally free of you. No more corny jokes. No more you showing up, making our lives a living hell. Today’s the day you die.” And with that said, he imploded. His organs exploded inside his body, leaving him looking okay on the outside, but he looked like Afghanistan on the inside: Bombed out and depleted. Rachel stood up and walked back to her chair, as if nothing happened. They continued on their work until their teacher walked up to them.

“How is everyone doing?”

“Fine.” Rachel and Kenya both said.

“Heather?” She looked at Heather. Her face was stained with tears and her eyes were puffy and red. “Are you okay?”

She said nothing.

“Well then.” Their teacher said. “Jawaun, what about you?” She touched his shoulder and in that instant, his head fell off. Their teacher screamed.

When it was time for his funeral, everyone he knew showed up. Even those who killed him. After their funeral, they all met up at a McDonalds, to silently revel in his absence. “Ah yeah, he dead.” Kenya said. “No more jokes.”

“Yeah, I know.” Rachel agreed. “No more annoyance.”

They were happy. Except for Heather.

“Heather, you better not snitch.” Rachel told her, sensing that she would.

“I won’t!” She said.

“You better not. Now that he’s dead, we should all go to, like, Six Flags or something.”

“Why?” Heather asked her.

“Because he’s dead,” Rachel said, laughing.

“You’re such a bitch.” Heather said. “How can you be so callous? Sure, he was annoying, but he didn’t have to die. We didn’t have to…” Her voice cracked.

“Look, girl.” Kenya said, brushing her hair to the side, comforting her. “You should’ve thought about that before you can with us. Not after.” Angry, Heather stood up and walked out the restaurant.

“I’m going home.” She said before leaving. “Maybe while I’m gone, you two can grow a conscience.”

“I’ll go with her. I don’t want her telling on us.” Rachel said as she got up.

“You do that. I already ordered my food.” Kenya told her, but she was already gone. In fact, everyone was already gone. She was all alone. “How the hell did this happen?” She said. She got up and walked around the restaurant, but no one was there. She tried leaving, but the doors were bolted shut. She tried breaking the glass, but as soon as the glass shattered, it reformed back into the window. “Okay, what the hell is going on?!” She screamed.

“Hell.” A voice said behind her. “Beginner’s luck.” She turned around and it was the dark figure from the cemetery. She started edging back towards the counter. “You see, Kenya. You and your sisters made a deal. And now he’s come to collect. Don’t get me wrong, I think you guys are spectacular, but when you make a deal with him, you have to hold up your end of the bargain.” She was backed against the counter. Summoning the strength of ten men, she ripped the cash register out of the counter and threw it at him. The cash register shattered upon impact. He sighed. “What was that for? You don’t see me throwing things at you.” Then he put his hand through her chest and ripped out her heart. He pulled it out and squeezed. She fell to the ground, dead. “Oh right, it was her soul I wanted, not her heart.” He put it back in and she was back to life. “Let’s try this again.” He did the same movement, but this time, he pulled out a green, spectral orb that flashed and glowed brighter than the fluorescent lights in the fast food restaurant. He squeezed that and it exploded. “One down, one to go.” And in that instant, he was gone. However, everyone else appeared in that restaurant to see Kenya’s body. Lifeless and decaying rapidly. Everyone screamed.

Rachel never caught up with Heather. It seemed as though she had disappeared out of thin air. “Where the hell did she go?” She asked herself. She looked around but her town was vacant and the air made her fell uncomfortable. Her throat felt as if a python was squeezing her. She started choking and she fell to her knees and started screaming for help. Or trying to. Not a sound came from her mouth. She looked around and suddenly she was in an alley. The walls and building closed on her, trying to crush her. She held her hands out in a futile attempt to prevent her from being crushed, but it was pointless. The walls continued to close in on her. Rachel life flashed before her eyes.

“Rachel!” she heard a voice call out to her. “Come towards the light!” She looked around for this light and she saw it. Inside was Heather. Rachel eyes widened in surprise. Heather was dead. “Rachel, come on!” She was hesitant. Afraid of what might happen if she did go in the light. This could be a trap. She didn’t want to risk it. She ran the opposite way. “Rachel, no!” The light slowly faded away and her prison was dark and dank. Rachel kept running until she came across another path of light. She followed it and it led her back to her house. Well, her backyard. Her breathing became normal. She sighed a sigh of relief. It was over. She walked to her house and grabbed the handle of her screen door. But something was wrong. When she grabbed it, she felt a burning sensation on her hand. She tried to let go, but her hand was melted to the metal handle, welding her to the handle.

“No!” She screamed in fear. “Please, God! No!” She tried again to pull free, but her efforts were futile. “Heather! Someone! Please help me!” Suddenly, Heather was right behind her.

“Rachel, I’m here! Give me your hand!” Heather reached out her hand and so did Rachel. Almost there. Their fingers only grazed each other before they locked fingers. Heather used her other arm and pulled but it was like she was trying to do more than help Rachel. Rachel felt her arm pop out of her socket! That Heather wasn’t Heather! Suddenly, Heather’s blue eyes rolled back into her head and a sharp, lizard like tongue slithered out of her mouth. Rachel cried. She couldn’t believe this was happening. “Let’s go to hell together!” Hell Heather yelled before she ripped Rachel apart like a wishbone. He appeared once everything formed back into Rachel’s backyard. “We were friends, Rachel. At least, I thought we were. Now, where’d I leave that other one?”

Heather was in her room, terrified and alone. She knew what was happening and she knew that her friends were dead. But what scared her the most was the fact that she could’ve stopped this. She didn’t have to make a deal with him, but she and her friends both made that fatal mistake. He sent his collector to collect their souls. She cowered in the corner of her room, frozen with fear. The air felt cold and she could no longer move her body. She tried to move everything, but she couldn’t. Then, he appeared in front of her, as if a ghost. She couldn’t even scream! All she could do was moan like a terrified zombie. He knelt down in front of her. A dark hood shielded her from seeing his true face. “Heather, I thought you were the good one. The rest were bitches, but you were a pure, innocent soul that had no business with them in the first place.” Heather’s eyes overflowed with tears. They streaked down her cheek uncontrollably. He laughed. “If you’re looking for sympathy from me, you’re dealing with the wrong demon.” He took off his hood, revealing his true identity. Heather’s eyes widen with surprise and shock. It couldn’t be! Jawaun cracked a sinister smile. It should’ve been obvious. But either way, you screwed up, Heather. Because you didn’t have the guts to stand up for yourself, I have to spill those said guts all over the floor in order to collect your soul.” He stood up and sighed. “I’m sorry, but you have to be dead in order for the soul to truly be a soul.” He turned around and left the room. Heather had all feeling back in her body and she headed for the door, but it wouldn’t open. It was locked! She heard a frightening cackle from behind her. She slowly turned around and saw the rest of her sisters. Kenya had maggots and worms falling from every open crevice in her face. Rachel was stitched together, but her intestines were still dangling out from under her.

“No.” Heather began to cry. “No no no no no…” She put her hands over her head and fell to her knees. Kenya and Rachel both limped towards their sister and grabbed her arms, dragging her back to the corner she ran from which soon transformed into a gateway to Hell. Fire sprouted from the sides and set fire to her bed and dresser. Soon, her whole room was engulfed in a fiery rage as she was dragged through the gateway. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!” She screamed one last time before enduring an eternal damnation as one of hell’s torture victims. Jawaun appeared before her one last time, laughing. A laughter that would echo in her head for her entire life in Hell.

Submitted: January 17, 2014

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It's sad that the sister with the best intentions still is damned. I'm not saying it isn't just. It may just be the sad reality.
The tone has a sophistication to it.

Sun, January 19th, 2014 12:05am


Thanks. To be honest, I wanted her to not be damned, but I wanted it to be, well, sad. Not that it was, but thanks for the comment.

Tue, January 21st, 2014 1:20pm


This was quite creepy- though it was a horror, so what else should I have expected? :P Your descriptions were really well done, though I'd suggest maybe breaking up some of the paragraphs a little- especially towards the end. It was sad that the 'best' sister had to die, but it was well-written and an interesting read. Good job :)

Sat, January 25th, 2014 10:15pm


Thank you for reading it. It was rushed towards the end, though. But I'm glad it still creeped you out. Creeped isn't even a word. Anyway, thank you again. I'll try editing the paragraphs a bit so it'll be better.

Sat, January 25th, 2014 2:24pm


This is so sad :( I can't believe heather died . She doesn't deserve hell. Still this is amazingly well described :) good job .

Sat, February 1st, 2014 8:37pm


Yeah. I needed a twist at the end. Anyway, thanks for reading!

Sat, February 1st, 2014 12:43pm


"She touched his shoulder and in that instant, his head fell off."
Was a line that I particularly enjoyed.

Mon, March 3rd, 2014 9:34pm


I wonder why... Lol

Wed, March 5th, 2014 6:21am


Wow! This was scary and Creepy at the same time :) I really enjoyed reading it. The descriptions and the details were graphic and well-written. I think the girls deserved what that got haha. Loved it. LIKE!!!

Thu, March 20th, 2014 2:52pm


THANK YOU!!!!! for reading.

Fri, March 21st, 2014 1:41pm


This was really sad and creepy all at the same time! You have really good grammar as well and a great way of describing things. I couldn't help but laugh though, at the bit where he was like "Oh right, it was her soul I wanted, not her heart. Let's try this again." XD Anyway. Amazing. Good job! ~Stay Strong, Skye. X .

Tue, May 27th, 2014 4:32pm


Well, thank you for reading, Skye. And yeah. I like to add humor to all of my stories. If there's anything that's too serious from me, then... it's not mine. Lol.

Tue, May 27th, 2014 1:07pm


Also, I thought that Heather would have survived! :(

Tue, May 27th, 2014 4:33pm


MUAHAHA! So did everyone else >:)

Tue, May 27th, 2014 1:08pm


Heather died?? NOOOO. it's so sad :( but maybe they deserved to die :P This short story is well written and really interesting. I am a big horror fan and your story is kind of creepy but for me was pleasantly creepy not boring at all. You have used great language, grammar and description. Well done!!!

Thu, June 5th, 2014 7:26am


YES HEATHER DIED >:) Heather sorta didn't, but it was just. Lol. And thank you. I'm one of the few black people that do have great language, grammar, and description.

Thu, June 5th, 2014 2:15pm

Oleg Roschin

Very imaginative and intense, with a dark, twisted plots that kept me on the edge of my seat. The ending is particularly terrifying - I'm glad I wasn't reading this in the evening. Very well done!

Wed, July 20th, 2016 8:51am

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