A Personal Experience By Niamh

It was around 3:25 in the morning when, along with my two brothers Redell and Shakeel, I heard voices in the hallway. We couldn't make sense of what they were saying, but it sounded like they wanted to get rid of us. As the oldest of us all, I went out into the hallway and had a look. Nothing was there, but the voices noticed that I was there and they got quieter. Redell came to see what was taking so long and he said he saw people running in to our mom’s room. Our dad, Riaz, had died mysteriously, as if he was being choked by thin air—this made us extra cautious, so I went into the closet, grabbed a hand pistol, and told my brothers to stay back.

Just then, I saw a young girl sitting on the washbin, and she seemed to be crying. I pointed the gun at her, and she said, “Leave me alone or I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you very bad.” I ran back. but my brothers had gone. I called for Redell and Shakeel, but there was no reply. I heard the little girl say to me, “I hurt them. I told you I would hurt you if you didn’t leave me alone.”

I went down the stairs and to my surprise—“666” was written on the wall.

I saw my brothers under the table bleeding from numerous cuts over their bodies. I called the police and the ambulance and ran back upstairs.

The little girl was now sitting on my bed; she had stopped crying and had no eyes and she was missing flesh off of her chest. At this point, I dropped the gun and said, “What do you want with my family?”

“Nothing, I just want to hurt you,” she said. There was a big bang at the door, so I ran down the stairs and let the police and ambulance men in. My brothers were taken to the hospital and were treated, but they died of blood loss.

I researched the numbers 666 and found out its the sign of the devil.