The Death...

July 17th, 2008
My name is Steve, I'm a married man with no kids. My wife, Sarah, means the world to me. We got married on June 8th, 2005. Married for 4 years, we plan on having kids- until I at least get a better job. I work at a gas station due to all the jobs being taken. Even though I barely make any money, it is enough to pay for our apartment, which is brand new. Now, let us get onto the story.
After working 12 hours at a gas station, I come home to Sarah, who is cooking our favorite dinner. I set my keys down on the table, take off my coat, and walk up to my wife and kiss her. "So, honey, what are you making us," I ask softly with my hands around her waist. She replied with a giggle, "Steve, do I really have to tell you?". A hour later, the stew finished up and Sarah put the stew in two bowls and served them at the table. We sat down and ate, while talking about current events. I finally finished up, and I told her that I was going to sleep. She replied with a smirk, "No problem, I'll clean up here and be in bed in a few hours". After that, I walked to my bedroom and snuggled into my bed. 
I woke up at literally at 2:00 AM because the T.V went static. "Ugh, stupid T.V," I thought loudly while trying to get up. At that moment- I froze with fear. A dark figure was in the hallway, staring at me with lifeless eyes. I quickly looked over to the side of the bed, noticing that Sarah was not there. I looked back at the hallway and the figure was even closer. I was full of fear, I was frozen, I felt paralyzed because I was so scared. I closed my eyes and opened them, realizing that the figure had gone. I ran into our living room, to find Sarah watching T.V. "Honey, did you just go into the hallway just now?" I asked, with my face red. She replied, "No, honey, I didn't. Is everything all right?". I asked her why she was still up and she told me she was having sleeping problems. That night we made love, and we both fell into a nice deep sleep.
I woke up in the morning to watch the daily news while drinking my coffee. I really didn't even watch the news, because I could not stop thinking about that figure in the hallway. I realized that weird paranormal things happen everyday, and eventually I would just have to stop thinking about it. I decided to go wake Sarah up for we can go to the park. We did go to the park, in fact we had a good picnic, and met some new people. Hours later, we came home and had dinner. I called my boss up that I could not go to work tomorrow because I have to take Sarah to a doctor that deals with sleeping problems. Like a good boss, he gave me 2 days off of work instead of 1. Finally, night came and I snuggled into bed with Sarah.
In a deep sleep, I was having horrible nightmares. I was shaking and sweating, and I woke up to find my arms and legs almost cut off. I screamed and Sarah woke up. She told me it was normal, and I was confused also in shock. She calmly walked to the phone and called 911. Three weeks later, I was released from the hospital. I remembered that exact night- when she told me it's normal. "Normal?", I thought. I was very suspicious. As I left the hospital, Sarah ran up to me and hugged me. "Honey, are you okay, I was so scared!", she said panicked. "I missed you too, honey. Let us go home, okay?", I said to her kindly. That night when she was asleep, I decided it was time to do some investigating. I dug through all her personal belongings, and finally, I went through her underwear drawer. Under the piles of underwear, I found her diary. The contents of this diary was extremely shocking.
The diary clearly stated that first night when I saw the figure, while I was asleep, she made a deal with the devil for my soul, all the riches she could want. When the devil claims me, she will be a very rich woman. It stated that the demon I saw was after my soul. That night when my limbs were almost cut off, it was a attempt. It was a attempt to steal my soul but I woke up in time. I am now a wanted man, not by the police, but by the devil himself. I live where no man lives, I live in a secret place where no demon exist, I live in a place where Sarah won't find me. I don't live, I run. Everyday I run, from the demon who wants me.
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