I jumped in surprise and reluctantly but delicately put the babies down before walking to the main office where an old and horrible-looking person was calling people every minute. The person, or thing, or, well, that, smirked at me, showing three black and half-rotten teeth.
"Well, well. We have a nice-looking demon here," it said, and its breath smelled like a weird and disgusting mix of rotten eggs, dried blood and 3-days-old vomit.
"To your left, idiot! Go!"
I hesitantly walked to the big black door, wondering how that could've happened. What had I done wrong? Why would I go to Hell? I had never cheated – not in class, not on anyone either –, I had never stolen anything, I had always been very obedient… I didn't regret dying, but going to Hell? I winced, remembering the horrible person in the office. If Hell were worse than that, I'd rather die a second time than going there.
I sighed when the heavy doors closed behind me, leaving me alone in the dark. Evil laughs resounded everywhere. I couldn't see anything so I started testing the floor in front of me with a foot. Oh, so there were stairs going down. I slowly started climbing them down but jumped when a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared by my side and started following me.
Listening to: Super Junior M - Break Down