Okay, this is the first chapter of my Hellraiser fanfic.

Please do keep in mind that this story is in it's early stages, and that I might improve it later on.

It may not be that exciting right now, but it will later on I promise.

Also, English is not my first language so there might be some small grammar mistakes in there.

Everything else, enjoy !

"My mother always told me that I was often too curious for my own good.

When I was little I used to open every door and drawer I could find just so I could know what was lying behind it.

Then when I got older I used to try things my mom told me not to do, because I wanted to know how it felt like.

I started smoking when I was just 14, got drunk every weekend, and I must've slept with every good looking guy I met in school.

Yeah, I was curious alright, but not near as curious as my friend Ariana.

She had tried pretty much everything by the time we left high school.

She too started smoking when she was 14, until she could get her hands on drugs and alcohol.

She got drunk more times then I can remember and got high more then she slept.

But then she got bored of the matter and just simply said no.

I often wished I had her self discipline, the ability to just say no to things, but I know I don't.

Perhaps it's a good thing I am not as curious as her, because now she is no more.

The police said she committed suicide, but I know that's not true.

She wasn't the type of person who would end her life just like that.

Something got to her, and I'm thinking it had something to do with that... thing she found right before she died.

She started messing with the occult after some of our friends tried to summon spirits for fun during a three day field trip.

Ever since we got back from that trip she would read nothing but books that had something to do with the supernatural.

Ghosts, UFO's, crop circles, prophecies, the Loch Ness monster, the mystery behind exorcism, Satanism, witchcraft, that sort of thing.

I often told her that it wasn't good for her health being so busy with these sort of things all the time, but she wouldn't listen, and it ended up being her downfall.

I still don't get it though.

The police filed her death as suicide, but her body was never recovered.

Not a single trace was found except for the big puddle of blood on the floor with that thing sitting in the middle.

Ariana told me about it once and what it could do, but she never told me she actually went out and got it.

Why Ariana ?

Why did you go out and look for it ?

What made me go and look for you ?

Listen to my story, and perhaps I can prevent you from making the same mistake when the same thing happens to you."