Hello, my name was Elijah, Elijah Way. I was a twenty-four year old man who was in love with the perfect girl, and had the best friends that anyone could ask for. I had what you would call the perfect life. Until one night, it all went to hell, literally.
It was a summer night, we were all gathered at my friend Shane's place. It was me, Shane, Chris, Harrison, Sebastian, Danny, Anthony, Jake, and Jack. We were having a little get-together. We just needed some time to chill out. We needed one night away from the rest of the world. And boy, did we get it.
We were sitting in the living room, watching a movie, and then three men broke in. They all had weapons. One had a pump-action shotgun, and the others had handguns. We tried to stay as calm as we could, up until the point were they shot Danny in the chest. Then, Chris started screaming. They shot him next. Anthony, being Sebastian's best friend, tried to attack one of the, monsters, who had just shot him. Not actual monsters, like me, but back to the story. Anthony tried to hit one in the head with a lamp, and succeeded at that, but then he was tackled to the floor and beaten to death. Danny with a hole in his heart, and Chris with a bullet in his head.
It was down to the six of us. And by this point we knew they were serious. But, the one thing we didn't know, was why they were here. Why did they break into my friends home? Why were three of my friends now gone forever? I'm gonna be honest, I was scared out of my mind. Not for me, but for my friends. They can't leave me. They can never leave me. They are to important. Or at least, thats what was in my mind at the time.
One of the gunmen, the one who had just beaten Anthony to death, looked at the other two and told them to search the house for anything valuable. Of course the place had valuable items, Shane made a living off of being a doctor. He lived in a rich neighborhood and had a nice car. If they had been planning on taking anything valuable, they'd have been there until all that was left of our bodies were the bones.
The two looked through the house and came back with the most spooked looks on their faces. As if they'd seen a ghost, but in reality they were overwhelmed by all of Shane's treasures. The one who'd beaten my friend to hell started to whisper to them. We were all afraid what they were talking about. Suddenly, they raised their weapons and fired. Shane was shot in the head, Harrison was shot in the neck, and I was shot in the stomach and left to bleed out. While I was on the floor fighting for a few more minutes of life, I was forced to witness the deaths of Jake and Jack. In ten minutes, I watched all of my best friends die, and got shot.
I watched them steal a few things before I blacked out. I was done for. Suddenly, everything was burning. I was in a dark place, with only the fires to give me light. I was in Hell. The feeling is hard to describe, so I'm not even going to attempt it. But after a lot of screaming, the pain went away. The flames kept burning, and through the flames, I saw something scarier than anything I've ever experienced. It was huge. It had red, burning eyes. It had wings like a bat. It was laughing at me. It was a demon.