The+Devil+and+Chelsea+L.

= = Samantha S.

Br.Tom

English

November 19 2007 The Devil and Chelsea L.

There are many evils in this world, but is there one being who is in charge of it all? He is the Commander, the President of anyone and anything that is bad. He lurks at every street corner and deep in the soul of any man who lets him. For every kind thought we have, he is the counter. He is God's rival and as such the “scariest” person we can know.

Chelsea L. is an average teenager. She’s a sophomore at Carmel High School, has two brothers and loves her family. Chelsea has attended a Catholic school all her life; her faith in God has become very strong over those years.

On a quiet Saturday night, Chelsea gets stuck babysitting for her family friends. As she approached the house she was amazed at how dark and gloomy it was. After questioning the darkness of the house she decided to let herself in only to find that it was even darker inside. Suddenly she was struck with an uncomfortable feeling; it was a feeling of regret and worry. The kids were asleep and the house was so quiet you could hear the water drip. As the night passed Chelsea began hearing strange noises. She turned on the TV to distract her. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was an unknown number. Chelsea pulled herself together and answered. “Hello?” Chelsea said. There was a pause. Then, the voice on the phone said in a slow and deliberate voice, “Hello Chelsea”. Chelsea answered “Yes? Who is this?”. The voice responded, “I am the man of all evil.” Shaking, Chelsea responded and said “Very funny.” But she knew it was no joke. She knew at that moment her quiet night will soon turn into a night she will remember for the rest of her life. Then with raging anger Chelsea hung up the phone and ran upstairs to check on the children. As she was walking up the stairs the phone rang again. She answered. “What do you want?” The voice responded, “Have you ever killed someone?” Chelsea paused for a moment. “Of course not and who is this?” Chelsea yelled. “I want you to guess who I am” the voice demanded. “You have three chances to find out who I really am, and if you’re wrong by the 3rd guess I will kill you”. Chelsea hung up. She called the police right away; she told them a strange voice was calling her asking her creepy questions. They told her the next time the strange voice called they would trace the call.

An hour past and phone didn’t ring at all. Chelsea was relieved but still worried at the same time. Did the caller finally give up? Or was it to good to be true. Two hours pass and the phone rings, it’s the caller. She stays on the phone with him for a minute and then hangs up so the cops can trace the call. The officer calls to tell her that the call is coming from inside the house and to get her and the children out as soon as possible. Obeying the officer’s orders Chelsea runs upstairs and grabs the children. As they sprint out the door she realizes she forgot her backpack on the couch. Leaving the children outside Chelsea runs in the house and grabs her backpack. Then suddenly the doors lock. Chelsea screams for help and then the lights dim. She turns around and sees the man of all evil… the devil. He was seven feet tall with deep dark eyes. His pale skin was shadowed by his black robe. His fingernails were long and sharp .He spoke in a deep slow voice, a voice that Chelsea had heard before. “I gave you your chance..and now.. your soul is mine.”At first Chelsea only felt fear. Then, she thought for a moment. She thought of the words of her mother. Her mom often reminded Chelsea that God was always with her. And as long as she had faith in God she was safe. Her mother also said that evil could only succeed where there was no faith in God. Chelsea felt her strong faith in God. She felt strength, and she decided that she was strong enough to take on the devil.With a loud voice she looked the devil in the eyes and she said “I’m not afraid of you; my soul is God’s not yours. “Now get out!” She fell to her knees and began to pray. She suddenly felt a Rosary in her hand, one she had never held before. As she prayed she grasped the Rosary tightly and felt safe again. She forgot the evil presence in the room.

The next morning, she was awakened by the sound of her mother’s voice. “Chelsea, wake up, breakfast is ready!” She opened her eyes and peered out the window to a beautiful sunny day. It was a nightmare she thought as she raised her hand to wipe her eyes she felt the Rosary again. It was the same Rosary that protected her from the devil the night before. It was real.