After all the “glamorizing” of Hell in television and movies, I thought it wouldn’t really matter where my eternal soul laid its weary head. I thought I’d get to hang out with some cool “bad” dudes while relishing the joys of cooking weiners over an open flame.
WRONG!
Yes, it’s hott, but there are no flames. Oh no. It is completely dark. I’m talking the “so dark you can’t see your own fingers when they are poking you in the eyes” dark. I feel the dark trying to enter my pores.
Then there are the noises. The shufflings, scrapings, screamings, and whisperings. All around you. They’re right beside you, then echoing away. I spent my first eternity in the fetal position, holding my ears. By the second eternity, I had to move.
I wander with my hands held out in front of me, hoping not to fall into a chasm and break my neck. Floppy-head man, I would become.
And I’m sure those aren’t the only surprises that await me. It is Hell and I’m here to suffer eternal damnation, I suppose.
Damn television!