“Man we really fucked up this time didn’t we?"
That is the only thing I remember my friend saying to me that day, but let me start from the beginning. It all started like you would imagine an excursion into a dark, strange, and all together unfamiliar wood. We were both terrified but we were smart we came during the day to set up our camp site. When we got to where we thought would be a good spot to set up camp we broke out the tent and got it up real easy. I decided to be a little adventurous and go out into the woods to see what was out there; you see the locales warned us not to stay in these woods but we didn’t listen, we ignored them, called them crazy after all who still believes in monsters that go bump in the night? While I was out walking around I smelt something strange it just didn’t belong there and I couldn’t place the smell. Not long after I smelt that smell I heard something rustling in the brush alongside me.
I didn’t think much of this at the time passed it off as a rabbit or a squirrel. When I got back to camp I told my friend about what had happened and he just thought I smelt the carcass of an animal long since dead, but I know what that smells like so that could not have been it. When it came time to put out the fire I had trouble falling into sleep.
Some time that night we both woke with a start at the sound of singing resonating from all around us. It sounded as if when had been moved to the inside of a church during choir practice. We at first were amazed such a sound could come from an animal, but then we really listened and realized the horrid truth behind what we heard. It was a sound one of the town people played for us before we set off on this excursion; supposedly it is the sound of the devil himself.
It was in that very same moment we decided we better get the hell out of there. So we packed up our tent and tore off running towards the opening where we parked. Instead of running into our car we ran into him. This is where my friend finally spoke and said, “Man we really fucked up this time didn’t we?"
I looked at him and just nodded. Before we could even try to process what was happening the devil held out his hand and whatever was in it I didn’t see it was too dark. I know one thing however whatever it was; we signed it not even thinking what it could say. To this day I have no idea what we signed but I have noticed that my family seems to have been getting murdered a lot. I wonder if there is a correlation. We may never know what we signed but after we did my friend went crazy and killed himself. But oh well life goes on ... Right?