Your True
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February 2004
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Don't Dare
the Devil
by Becky
Several years ago, when I was still a teen living with my mother (about 11 years ago), we were unusually poor for that time and my mother had purchased a moble home and a small piece of land. I always felt something strange about this land, but she would not listen. We had no electricity, no running water. My brother and I were playing cards in the living room when we both looked at each other from out of the blue and said the house is going to burn. (God, I still get chills thinking about this.)
A few minutes later, our older brother came in the house and he had a mirror. He was going to shave and he propped it up in the room. We had a latern lit and a candle in the room. Somehow or another we got to talking about religon. Our older brother said he didn't believe in Satan. The conversation went on and my older brother was getting agitated at how stupid he thought we were being, so he said, "If Satan is real, he can have my soul if he blows out this candle."
Not a few seconds after that, my oldest brother went over and blew out the candle himself. Right when he did this, the mirror exploded! My other brother went into at tizzy and started yelling, "How do you know Satan didn't make you do that?!" Not much later, my older brother left. My younger brother and myself begged my mom to leave the house. We were terrified with both the fire conversation and the mirror incident. Finally, my mother agreed. We had no car and lived on a back road, so we decided to walk out and it was winter. That's how scared we were (and yes we really were that poor). Before we left, we put out all the kerosene laterns.
As we walked out, my brother and myself looked back at the house - and both of us saw a light through the window and a small creature-looking thing staring at us. We never looked back after that. We walked to a gas station just a ways off our road and called my uncle. We stayed the night there. The next day, I called my sister and went to her house to stay because I was not going back to my house; my brother went to a friend's. My mother went back home, and apparently my older brother was there as well. My brother stayed for a short while and then left. As he went out the door, my mother went to the back of the home to use the restroom. As soon as they did, my mother heard a boom. The kerosene heater she was using exploded - and it was right beside where my brother was sitting just seconds before.
My mother called my sister's house where I was staying. I was in my bedroom when my sister yelled for me that our mom was on the phone. When I came out of my room and looked at my sister, before she even said a word, I asked her, "The house burnt, didn't it?"
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