“Come in.” the tall brown haired man said. I entered the darkened room hesitantly but, very curious as to what I would find inside. A few weeks ago, I had answered an ad in my local newspaper. I have always been interested in paranormal experiences, having had more than just a few, on my own. I have seen UFOs, ghosts and I felt, it was about high time to view hell, if possible. The newspaper ad was very intriguing and most enticing. It requested the presence and visitation of one, upon scheduled appointment, to experience hell. “A short trip to hell.” Well, that in itself seemed a bit odd and quite dangerous but, after I thought about it, why not? I was skeptical and I seriously doubted that anyone advertising in the newspaper would actually have the keys to hell. Still, you never know, do you? No. You don’t. That was thrilling part. The unknown. It is quite a sparkling lure. I bit.
The ad stated that a fee of twenty dollars would be charged, refundable, if the visitor was not totally satisfied with the experience. Well, I did wonder about that. If you did not survive the experience, I thought, yes, they could keep that money easily, couldn’t they? Who would know? But, the ad stated that visitors could bring guests and they would be instructed to wait, until the viewing was over. So, I felt reassured that I would come out of the experience still living. I thought about this hell trip for long time and the more that I thought about it, the more I wanted to go. Not to hell but, just to see what this was all about, mind you. I believe in God and so, yes, I believe in the devil and in hell. Heaven is where I want to end up, of course but, there were no trips advertised for that. Go figure. I decided that I must see this for myself. So, I made an appointment. To go to hell.
As I followed the tall brown haired man into the dark room, he instructed me to sit in a chair. A rather plain normal brown straight backed wooden chair. He asked for the money and I gave him a twenty dollar bill. He smiled. So, far, I was not impressed. It was just a dark room with a chair in it. Me, sitting there. Alone. I had not brought anyone with me. I knew that all of my friends and relatives would tease me mercilessly, if I took them with me. I did, however, leave a note in my car saying where I went and what for. Just in case. I also left the same sort of note at my house. You never know. I felt as safe as I could be, in such a situation. Paranormal investigation, here I come. Come what may.
The tall brown haired man said one more sentence to me. It was “You will never forget this trip.” He nodded at me and left the room. It was now entirely dark, black as night and I took a deep breath and I waited. For fun, I closed my eyes. I tried to relax and of course, I expected that this man would show visions, projected from a screen into the room. They will try to scare me with movie effects. That is what I thought. I was very wrong.
I saw myself in a shower. My shower at home. My eyes were still closed, so this sight was with my own eyes and within me. Somehow. How was this possible? Had this man hypnotized me that fast? I was actually experiencing myself taking a shower and I kept staring down at the drain. A normal silver drain. Then, I could see down into the drain and I saw eyes. Well, it seemed to be eyes, a couple of pairs of them, looking up at me from the drain. One pair of eyes appeared to be wearing glasses. They were all looking up at me and I heard their voices. They were saying that they could hear me, my thoughts and they wanted me to follow them. It was a group of young boys, from the sound of their voices. I watched myself grab a towel and go into my dining room, still hearing the strange conversations of these voices. They were almost playful, laughing, joking and I was listening to their every word, even though I felt that all of this was a big joke, somehow.
Then, the voices changed. I started hearing adults, both male and female voices. The horrible thing was that these were the voices of some real friends of mine. I could hear their thoughts and they were all in communication with me. Some expressed lust and some described their infidelity and it all turned into a sort of sexual orgy of voices, all wanting my attention. I became very uncomfortable. I also sort of went into shock because, I could see these people just as if they were there talking to me. I heard their thoughts and desires of things I certainly did not want to know.
Soon, I felt a heaviness in my body, like normal gravity was just too much for my body to bear. A terrible pressure was concentrated around my head, a radiating burning pain went through my mind and through my entire body. I started hearing unfamiliar voices saying it was radiation. Well, I must tell you, it felt exactly like a burning pain that had to be associated with a type of radiation, still, I had never felt radiation. How did I know this? No, my friends, this was indeed the fires of hell but, it was very different from what we imagine it to be. There were no flames, no fire, just intense burning pain. From within. Still, I could tell that this radiating pain was being directed at me. It hurt. It was unbearable. I got scared.
I started reciting my favorite psalm from the bible, psalm 100, make a joyful noise unto the Lord and all of that. I could not believe my own words coming from my mouth. I then started on the Lord’s prayer. I opened my eyes and I was still alone in the dark room. Black as night. I shut my eyes again and the voices came back at me, all in a jumble, bombarding me. They would not stop. For some reason, I thought of a favorite rock music artist, Judas Priest. He has a song called “Painkiller” and it is one of my favorite songs. I suddenly had a vision of a demon on motorcycle, riding through the world, on a pathway made of a rainbow. The road was a rainbow and the demon rode by screaming at me. “Peace!” he screamed. I agreed with that! The burning pain stopped but, the voices kept on coming.
I then heard many other terrifying voices, mothers who had killed their children, serial killers that had murdered hundreds, people who had murdered their families and they all said the same reasons to me. They were helpless, had no control over their mind, thoughts or actions. They were trapped in a body with no knowledge of how to think of the right things to do. They were a helpless tool to the devil and they could not break free. They lived every day of their life in a walking nightmare. They had no idea how to wake up or how to stop it. Many of them agreed that they were deserving of jail, hell and all that came to them. They wanted to be caught and stopped. That realization struck me cold and froze my heart. I will never forget it. The battle between good and evil is very different from what I always imagined. Forgive them for they know not what they do really gained more meaning to me than it had ever had before. That fact was startling and life altering.
I opened my eyes. I was sweating. The voices had finally stopped. I stood up and I was shaking from head to toe. The tall brown haired man entered the room and he asked me if I was satisfied with my short trip to hell. I said “Hell yes, what was that?” Then, I felt quite stupid, after I uttered that sentence. I knew. He knew. We both knew. He stared at me silently for a long while. Then, he asked me if I wanted to share with him what I experienced. I shook my head. He laughed and said, “Why is it that all are satisfied with the journey but, none will ever tell me what they saw?” I said “Because, you just had to be there.” He nodded. He seemed quite satisfied with my answer. He smiled. I knew that I was never going back.
I left. I must admit that I was forever changed by my experience. I have since changed my lifestyle, my friends and many of my normal bad habits. I have the feeling that I was meant to see that ad and respond. The experience opened my eyes and my mind to realms of madness, hell and more pain that I could have ever experienced in day to day living. If you can imagine that.
I can, now. I have always loved rainbows and whenever I see one, I feel the true blessing of God in my life. His eternal promise. We all are fortunate to live and be well on this earth. Appreciating it is sometimes a life learned experience. Hopefully, to be learned before finishing our days on this earth. No, rainbows are not just a science type of occurrence, they are magical and they have God’s power and love in them. I feel it and see it. With my own eyes. And, yes, this experience did satisfy my paranormal curiosity. Thanks for reading my short story. May you have many blessings. We were all put on this earth to love. Unconditionally.