The+Devil+and+Sam+S.

It was a cold October night when Sam would experience a night that she will never forget. On the Friday of October the 13th, 1997, Samantha S. woke up, as she normally did, ate breakfast, and went to school. She was born in the small town of Hull, Idaho and was raised with a strong Catholic upbringing. She was the valedictorian of her class and she was an amazing athlete. She attended church every Sunday and never once did she question her faith. She was preparing to leave for a two year mission trip when her senior year was over. Her mother always told her to have faith in God during bad times and things will get better. Sam knew she believed deeply in God and she didn’t need her mother reminding her of that, but on the night of her best friend’s birthday bash she would question as to whether or not her faith was as deep as it seemed.

Sam was at home by herself, while her parents went to a banquet. Luckily, her best friend’s birthday party was that night and her parents agreed to let her go. The phone rang just as she was about to enter the shower. When she answered, it was her friend Nancy.

“Hey, Nancy, Did your parents tell you what time you could pick me up?” asked Sam. “Yea, I’m going to be there around 7.” replied Nancy. “Why so late?” asked Sam “I thought you were picking me up by 6”. “I know, but my brother forgot to take the car in for a check earlier, so he is going now. Well, if it is 5:15 right now, I might be able to make it to your house by 6:15, no promises though.” said Nancy. “Alright”, said Sam, “I’ll just see you whenever you get here. Talk to you later, Nancy.” said Sam. “I’ll be there as soon as I can Sam, cya soon!”

Same hung up the phone and went to go take a shower. When she got out the shower it was so foggy that she could barely see the sink. She wiped the steam off the mirror and as she did, she saw a dark figure standing behind her. Sam turned around, but there was no one there. She figured her eyes were playing a trick on her. Sam went to grab her brush and when she looked up “evil” was written in blood across her bathroom mirror.

She ran out of the bathroom screaming and rushed to call her friend. The phone rang and rang until there was no answer. Just as she was about to leave a message, the phone turned to static. Behind all the fuzz and confusion, a voice came on. The voice sounded like one of a man and it mumbled something that sounded familiar to her. Sam thought the voice was quoting her mother saying “have faith in God during bad times and things will get better.”

She couldn’t believe what had happened. She thought it would be best to forget about it and finish getting ready. When she was finished getting ready for the party, she turned and looked to the clock, it was 6:15. She waited patiently for her friend to arrive. In the meanwhile, she thought to watch television and get her mind off of what had happened earlier.

When she went to turn on the television, there was no reaction. “Great, it’s broken again.” She said. Five minutes had passed and the TV turned on by itself. There was no picture, just static. She carefully stared at the television until she saw a small black figure, like the one in her bathroom, in the background.

The TV went from static to game show in seconds. After that, the game show cut out and there was a cycle of pictures. The first was a picture of her bedroom closet, the second of a rosary, and the third was of her sleeping in her bed. By now, Sam wanted to leave the house and she wished that there was some way to contact her parents.

It was now 7 o’ clock and her friend still wasn’t there to pick her up. She waited a little while longer and still no sight of her friend. She was sitting there thinking of how all this could have happened. She was so confused and didn’t know how to explain it. Sam didn’t want to call the police because she knew they would think that she was crazy.

She didn’t know what else there was to do, but to get enough courage to go back upstairs and to repeat everything that she had done after she got out of the shower. When she was finished tracking her steps, the door bell rang. She ran to the door, hoping that it was her friend. She opened the door and there was no one around. There wasn’t a car in the street or a person on the sidewalk, all she saw was orange and yellow leaves blowing along the street.

As she shut the door, “I’m in the house” was written on the back. At that moment the lights went out. She had no where to run, but upstairs. When she reached the top, she looked down. There he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t have a single feature on his body, all she saw was black. No emotion, no thought, no care in the world, just black.

Her emotion and instinct was absorbed by his presence. It seemed as if everything in the world had stopped at that one moment. As he stood there motionless, words came to her blank mind. They were the words she grew up with; to have faith in God during bad times and things will get better.

She picked her numb body up off of the floor and came to her senses. No power, no fury or force could come between herself and a creature of darkness. Sam could only rely on one thing and that was her deep belief in God. She grabbed her rosary and ran to her room, locking the door behind her. She sat calmly in her closet and called on God for help. She sat there with every emotion running through her mind and took a moment to recognize what was real to her. She thought of everything she could depend on, her faith, and her love for life. And with an “Amen”, she woke up soundly in her bed, the morning after.