In 10th grade there was a kid names Jimmy. One night Jimmy went out and made a camp fire so he could read his Biology book and something went wrong and he ended up engulfed in flames.... well, this is what our Biology teacher told us but a year later we found out the real story.

Jimmy went out to perform a Satanic Ritual and somewhere along the line things went horribly wrong. He inhaled the fumes while pouring out gasoline from a canister in some satanic design. When he went to light the match the fumes and gas burst into flames and traveled down his lungs burning his insides and his skin...

He ran home and jumped into the tub and his skin peeled off like flakes...

When the firefighters showed up one of our friends who was a volunteer was the first on the scene. He said you could see his footsteps from the woods all the way back to his house. It wasn't a pretty scene and he died 3 or 4 days later.

Now, maybe it was just a horrible accident but what if it was a taste of that Devil's pie? I wonder who he cried out to in his final hours? Did he double down on Satan on that death bed?

Sorry yall, but I needed to write this down because it crept into my mind last night for some reason and I always wondered what makes kids do these types of rituals.

>In 10th grade there was a kid names Jimmy. One night Jimmy
>went out and made a camp fire so he could read his Biology
>book and something went wrong and he ended up engulfed in
>flames.... well, this is what our Biology teacher told us but
>a year later we found out the real story.
>
>Jimmy went out to perform a Satanic Ritual and somewhere along
>the line things went horribly wrong. He inhaled the fumes
>while pouring out gasoline from a canister in some satanic
>design. When he went to light the match the fumes and gas
>burst into flames and traveled down his lungs burning his
>insides and his skin...
>
>He ran home and jumped into the tub and his skin peeled off
>like flakes...
>
>When the firefighters showed up one of our friends who was a
>volunteer was the first on the scene. He said you could see
>his footsteps from the woods all the way back to his house. It
>wasn't a pretty scene and he died 3 or 4 days later.
>
>Now, maybe it was just a horrible accident but what if it was
>a taste of that Devil's pie? I wonder who he cried out to in
>his final hours? Did he double down on Satan on that death
>bed?
>
>Sorry yall, but I needed to write this down because it crept
>into my mind last night for some reason and I always wondered
>what makes kids do these types of rituals.
>
>
>
>

lol

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no snark

What was the deal with the footprints? Where they a trail of scorch marks or something?

But, that sounds really awful, I hope his final moments were ones of repentance. Even if one doesn't believe it's real the idea of it (satan worship) is still bad.

Perhaps once a child first starts to understand the concept of evil's power in addition to being a believer in embodied forces of good and evil then this is possible manifestation of one seeking to invoke evil's power to deal with some obstacle in their life-- something I'm guessing they must really hate or otherwise really want dealt with. I suppose the desire is ultimately evil to varying degrees as well.

I knew some dudes that went and did a seance on top of a church after toilet papering a house and vandalizing it with Anti-Semitic images on the night of a Jewish holiday no less.

and as he got close to the house it was his skin...

>I wonder who he cried out to in
>his final hours? Did he double down on Satan on that death
>bed?

I shouldn't have, but this made me lmao.

it's messed up because when it happened we were all fucked up over it.

A few years later we were telling stories about him and my friend tells me the story about studying was a lie. Then he told us when really went down..

I understand why the teacher lied but damn....

after we found out all we could do is wonder if Satan or God was like.. "you ain't about this afterlife"

I don't think Satan had anything to do with this particular incident, but it does make a scary bedtime story on Saturday night for your kids.

Kids waking up EARLY cooking YOU breakfast Sunday morning like "Who's ready for Church I LOVE Jesus!"

I'm not an unbeliever necessarily, but convince me.

We had plenty of fuck-ups but not even one Satanist growing up.