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