Satan Doesn't Care How Old You Are
Posted by ABreathingPoet
Date Posted: 02/15/2008

My name is Hannah and I have witnessed things that don't belong even in the darkest of dreams. I have heard screams so loud and so wrought with pain that it made my ears bleed. I have been hospitalized for the past 3 1/2 years because of such things, and now it's your turn to know.

Heed this warning, this "story" is not for the faint of heart, or small of mind. This "story" is not meant for anyone who doesn't wish to become an insomniac. Heed that warning and close this window now if you have even the slightest glimmer of doubt about reading my story.

No? Well then, let's begin.

I live with my two older brothers and one younger sister. My parents left us when I was 8. My younger sister, Farren, is the subject of this nightmare. Farren is now 15 years old, she was 11 when Satan possesed her.

I was home with Farren, when she got a call from her friend, Sarah.
"Hello?" (pause) "Oh, hey Sarah! What's up?"
(Pause)
"Oh my God, YEAH! Hold on, let me ask my sis first."

She turned to me and asked me if she could go play with Sarah and Sarah's new puppy. I obliged.
"Sarah? I'll be right over!"

I walked her to Sarah's house and dropped her off at the bottom of Sarah's driveway. I hugged her, told her to play nice, and left her by the mailbox. Two hours following, I got a call from Sarah's mother.
"Hello?" (pause) "Hi, Mrs. Pinikey! Do you need me to come get Farren?"

That's when she told me. Farren had stabbed Sarah's new puppy with a screwdriver then drank it's blood, not even 15 minutes after I had left her. Mrs. Pinikey told me that she, Sarah, and Sarah's older sister Whitney were now hiding in the attic. They had tried calling the police, but the police thought that it was just a prank.

I dropped the phone and my entire body became numb. I felt a strong wave of nausea wash over my being and I puked all over the kitchen counter.

I screamed for my brother, Jonathan (18), and he took me to the Pinikey's. I had told him everything I knew on the way there and he became just as scared as I was.

When we reached the house the front door had been painted with blood and feces was smeared all across the front window. The raw smell of decaying flesh burned my nostrils and it wasn't until Jonathan gasped that I noticed Farren on the roof. She was sitting on the edge, with her legs dangling playfully off the edge. Blood dripped from her chin.
"Farren! Farren, please come down!" Jonathan shouted, tears pouring from his eyes.

"Make me, F***er!" She screamed back. Then she reached behind her and pulled Sarah around so that she was poised over the edge of the roof. Sarah began bawling and pleading with Farren to let her live but Farren only laughed and threw Sarah from the building. Sarah hit the ground with the most disgusting crack and screamed so terribly that a trickle of blood dribbled from my left ear. I then realized that she had landed in a rose bush.

Farren sat upon the roof, laughing.
"Oops!" She yelled down, bursting into a fit of laughter again. Sarah continued to scream and writhe in the bed of roses and thorns.

Farren then turned solemn and jumped from the roof landing nimbly on her feet, perched on the nape of Sarah's bleeding neck.
"Nice catch," She growled before stepping off.

She then turned her eyes to us, and smiled.
"Hi Nanny! Jona!" She called, smiling sweetly, waving her arm jubilantly in our direction, calling us the pet names she used when she was younger.

Jonathan continued to cry beside me, but I could no longer stand there and watch my sister throw her life into Hell. I turned and sprinted into the car diving into the glove compartment grabbing the 3 rosaries and bottle of holy water we always kept in there.

I ran back only to find Farren carving demonic patterns into Jonathan's now naked and dead body with her fingernail. I screamed aloud in horror and dropped the blessed water in the grass. Farren looked up from her "work" and smiled at me, showing her now sharpened teeth. She bent her head back down to Jonathan, licking the blood off his chest.

Hot tears clouded my vision and I threw the loop of prayer beads over my sister's head, pulling them tight around her neck. She began choking just as I had planned, but unplanned black slime oozed out from between her lips, swirling and mixing with the blood. I knotted the rosary around her throat and lunged for the holy water. I unscrewed the cap and threw the entire bottle into her face. She screamed and a deafening sizzling sound rang through my ears. Her face was enveloped in steam and I realized then that the holy water was burning her skin.

The rosary around her neck shattered and she leaped to her feet, her hands pulling at the raw flash of her face. I shoved her hard in the chest and she fell backwards, slamming her head onto the hard concrete. A pool of blood leaked through her hair and her eyed rolled around to the back of her head so that only the whites of her eyes her showing.
Farren was dead.
I had killed her.
And Satan was the cause of it all.

I don't care if you believe me or not. I don't care if you think I'm crazy. I honestly DON'T CARE!


Thanks for listening.

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