The UnGodly by Ang Berry - HTML preview

March 26th

God asked me if I know the prayer.

I was lying in bed and felt a rush of something akin to fear – something less than terror. I grabbed my pistol and prayed. Of course, help came and told me to quiet – the Lord telling me to calm down. I hear a voice say, "the Jew's" hissing (me? Ok).

God was sitting over me but still he stood in the dark hallway outside my bedroom door. From the crack beneath the door, I watched a shadow move and stand outside the door. I was afraid because I could feel how badly he wanted to come in the room – like a rage that would’ve snapped if I provoked it. The Lord was also there. The only way to put the feeling into words is an intangible evil. He called us a bunch of pussies. When he left, the Lord told me to lie down (go to sleep).

In my head, I could see the devil running around the living room floor in a circle. To me, he was tall and lanky. He has hooves – legs like a horse – sometimes 4, sometimes 2. The hair on his body is thin - bottom body. His upper body is similar to a man’s, but the bones around his chest (hairless) and ribcage protrude like he’s malnourished. That’s how he was outside my bedroom.