switched

The clock struck half past one as I finish off my Krusty Kreme donut while wiping the sweet subtle jam from under my delicate chin. Taking a sip of my creamy mocha, I get my charming beige and white Corgi to follow.

“All right Sandy, let's go,” I say to her as I'm kneeling down to her petite size. I stroke her fur benevolently with warmth and passion; her coat feels like heaven - a lustrous, glossy fleece covering her homuncular self.

Briefly, I walk to our utility room while situating my arm underneath the second drawer to the left, grabbing Sandy's salmon-colored collar and  leash. I make my way back to Sandy, giving her a compassionate short rub behind her ear. The collar gets placed over her neck. Clasping the expensive leather leash to the collar, I'm attentive to not harm her or make her discomforted.

“Great, I can't wait to see Grandma, I wonder how she's been getting on," I tell Sandy as if she can understand me, "It's been a good while since we have been to Grandma's house. Three months I'm pretty sure, she's just came home from her cruise.''

I stroke Sandy firmly on her back and I give myself a smile when I'm looking at her gorgeous face.

I looked into the mirror and smiled. I then hastily corrected my self while making my way over to the front porch. I expand my right hand out, twisting the knob of the door to find Sandy stopping me with a piercing bark followed by a hoarse snarling noise. At first it worries me and a confused expression appears among my face.

“What's wrong Sandy, I've fed you, what possibly is wrong, now excuse me,” I snap sharply, yet still murmuring to my dog.

Furthermore, I attempt to twist the doorknob but once again I am abruptly obstructed by the antagonistic barks coming from my dog. It is if she knows there is something bad is about to happen, as if something isn't right. She never barks, she hasn't in a very long time. You can see the wrathful, bewildered look in my coffee-colored hazel eyes.

“Sandy look, I'm leaving now no matter what you do. I will leave you here by yourself. Now, please keep quiet,”

I take a deep breath, feeling rather perturbed. I rotate the door knob while stepping outside to be greeted by the exhilarating smell of invigorating cut grass and the saline, briny smell of a rain shower.

I shortly take a look around me, a flock of birds glide over my head causing Sandy to take a fit of barking and growling. I ignore her and start to walk out of my garden onto a path that consisted of dirt, gravel and stones.

I embrace how enthralling the day is, the cool crisp air and the captivating shine of the sun. The atmosphere is very dulcified and elegant.

Ten minutes pass and a vigorous deluge of rain appears on the scene, causing me to start a middle-paced jog down this narrow path. I try to get there as fast as I can go. Suddenly the rain starts to pick up, becoming faster and more firm. Almost like the texture of blood. This rain isn't normal, very anomalous. My dog proceeds to make loud piercing barks, trying to break free from the leash and to escape. As I continue to sprint for my safety, I tumble over a sizeable stone that was engrafted on the ground that I was unable to see. I fall to the right causing myself to bang my shoulder off a wall that was left by a dilapidated house, I hit the ground hard causing myself a large migraine. I bite my lip to keep back tears. The rain, still continuing to get heavier and heavier. However, I plant my right hand down for support, trying to  get back on two feet. The aggressive rain starts to turn to blood. Heavy viscid blood. I scream on the top of my lungs, the smell of blood filling my nose causing me to gag and cough. My breath becomes shorter and shorter. I scream at the top of lungs in hope someone will save me. The blood fills up and lays on the ground. I am covered in a thick, dusky wine red liquid.

I manage to capsize around and crawl further down the damp, bloody path. I realize my dog has disappeared. I turn my head back and discover that the uninhabited house has not one speck of blood on it. My heart completely drops when my eye realizes that on the wall of the house, an extensive '666' is carved out and filled with blood.

That's when my brain clicks. The Devil. The Devil is out to get me, to switch me to his side. My lungs are filling up with blood. My eyes are burning like red hot fire. I scream one last time, I have no energy. The devil... I can feel him throwing his demonic powers into my soul and pushing me away from reality. I close my eyes. This is the end of me.

My name is Anabelle, I have sold my soul to Satan. I have switched. I am now a demon, haunting and killing innocent children, sharing my terrific experience with my red demonic eyes, my ripped body, full of blood and shame. Satan is my leader, Satan is my one and only.

My name is Anabelle, and I'm coming for you tonight.