Hell: The Inside Look

#1 just finished reading The Screwtape Letters and was told to write a page and a half about what Hell looks like. It was too brilliant not to share.

What happens if you get turned away from the pearly white gates? Who claims you? Where do you go? There is one answer, Hell. Imagine for a moment that you have died. You are falling down through a dark abyss. When you hit the bottom, it’s incredibly hot and dry. You wander around and you see a huge building bigger than any that you have ever seen before. You wander inside to see a Sign-in desk. You walk up and peer over the desk to see a twisted looking person, or is it a person? No, it’s a demon. He grins at you evilly and points down a hall. You mosey on down in that direction fanning yourself, the heat is really getting to you. After a while, you see a door with your name on it. Curious, you walk in. It’s even hotter in here, you turn to leave, but the door is gone. Panicking you turn and see everybody that you have ever wronged is standing there. You ask them why they are there, but they don’t answer the question. Instead, one by one, they recount and describe all of the evils you have done to them, over and over again. It’s scorching hot, and now you have to listen to all of these people, great. Now, this goes on for a long time, but after a while, they leave. Now you are alone in the room. You can hear rhythmic typing. You try to think. Where are you? What’s going on? While you are pondering this however, the typing is getting louder. It slowly tortures you. The typing continues until you are shivering from frustration, then, it stops. It is now so hot that all you want is a drop of water, but there is none. You get up and try to explore the room a bit, bit it is completely empty. You turn around just to see the person who annoyed you the most in your life. So now you have to sit there with your chin resting on your fist, to this annoying jabber-jaw who goes on and on about how the two of you are best friends and that nothing can separate the two of you now. While this is going on, you are thinking to yourself. You still aren’t sure where you are or what is going on. Finally, after what seems to be a millennia, the windy person leaves. You think, at least it can’t get worse from here. But then, in comes a strange person who seems familiar, but you aren’t sure who it could be. The person sits down, but doesn’t speak to you. You thought that the noise was bad, but the silence is even worse. The person stares at you. You can feel the person looking at you, its eyes boring into you. You begin to sweat. The silence is killing you and you finally scream out, “I can’t take this anymore!” The figure disappeared. In his place, you see something so terrible, so evil, that it can’t be anything but Satan himself. He grins at you with a demented looking face. You finally realize where you are, Hell. Your soul is theirs now. You are taken away and your soul is feasted on for eternity.

The End