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July 2008 - Page 9
Laughter from Hell
I am a senior at Texas A&M University. I have no health or mental problems. I'm a preppy guy. I like sports, pizza, hanging out with friends and watching movies. I believe in God. I think I am pretty normal. I do not want any recognition or sympathy for the following story. I have nothing to gain by telling it to you. Many of you will probably think I must be at least a little bit crazy, but I assure you I'm not. And I swear to you that this story is true.
I remember the day clearly. It was a bright and early summer morning and I was home alone, sleeping in my bedroom. I heard some laughter and it woke me up. Our door was never locked so I thought that my buddies had come into my bedroom and were laughing. I was slowly getting up when I noticed the laughter was becoming increasingly louder. For some reason I lay there for a second, contemplating the now screaming laughter, and I got scared.
I rolled over to see the source of this laughter. The first split second that I saw it I thought it was my friend Brad wearing his furry gorilla costume that he used for Halloween. It was a great joke, I thought, and I half-smiled, but then I made eye contact with it. He looked like he had came straight out of Hell. Everything except for his face was covered in three-inch-long black fur. His face was human, and he had caucasian skin. He was probably about six feet tall. If it was not for his sinister demeanor and fur, he could have passed for a European. He was squatting down like a baseball catcher, and his shoulders were hunched over like he had carried a heavy weight on them for centuries, or perhaps he just had very low self-esteem.
He looked like cursed; like he would never find comfort -- and he seemed angry because of it. He had huge muscles like a heavyweight bodybuilder, and the thick fur made him look animalistic. He was smiling a debaucher's smile, and his human eyes were so full of evil that I wanted to look away. While making eye contact, he leaned in closer to me and opened his eyes a little wider as if to communicate, "Yep, I am real. This is not a costume and you are not dreaming." His satisfied smile told me he enjoyed this communication.
All this time I was frozen in fear, all of the hair on my body was sticking up and I had goosebumps from head to toe. I was amazed at what I was seeing. A million thoughts were running my through my head, like "Oh my God. Demons are real. Is he going to kill me? There really is an invisible supernatural world. God must be real."
His body language indicated he wanted to hurt me, and his screaming laughter which was now mocking me was becoming unbearable. Out of sheer desperation I said, "God, help me." But as soon as the sound of the letter "G" left my mouth, the demon disappeared. I guess the name of God is powerful. I never saw it again.
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