There's a door in the middle of the forest. No one who has ever gone in has come back. Your job is to guard anyone from going in. One night, you hear a knock on the door. – Reddit

There's a door in the middle of the forest. No one who has ever gone in has come back. Your job is to guard anyone from going in. One night, you hear a knock on the door. – Reddit

It was a night like every other night, back to the door. Normally, I would bring my Nintendo 3ds to keep me occupied, but my God damn kids took my charger while I was sleeping. It isn’t all bad. It really isn’t. I normally find ways to entertain myself in the night either by writing or reading. I would even spend time thinking about things I learned.

I make it to the post and relieve Frank so he can get some sleep before his 8AM Class. He is trying to become a chef, which I cannot be anymore thankful for. I have become his guinea pig for his latest recipes and a fan of his Potato Soup.

“Good Evening!” Frank shouts as he sees me approaching him. “I have more Potato Soup for you!”

“Any new ingredients?” I said, trying to not to sound too excited. I probably thought about his cooking more than I like to admit. I may be married, but my wife is the queen of the frozen family dinners. Her specialty is Lasagna, Salisbury steak, rib patties, and Parmesan chicken. Repeat. All frozen and just twenty minutes in the microwave. I don’t mind. I really don’t. I just think it would be nice to try something home made.

“It’s the original potato soup!” He said as he picks up a deep pot. “I have a lot of it, and I know you like it.”

“You know it will be gone by morning.” I said as the normally routine joke that we always had. I reached for the pot and inhaled deeply and my mouth fills with saliva.

“Have a good night!” Frank says as he disappears into the night.

Now, I have to spend the next ten hours watching a door. What’s behind the door, you wonder? I wish I could tell, but I am not quite sure myself. Some farmers, who stumbled on it while looking for their kids, recently discovered it. They think it’s like a gateway to hell or something like that. Who knows? I needed a better job to pay for the American dream. It was either that or to get out of the house and away from the wife. I’ll let you decide.

Hours have passed and the Potato soup was pretty much done for. I sat firmly at the post as I was anticipating something bad to happen even though nothing ever does.

Knock, Knock, Knock! KNOCK!

I jumped. I normally wouldn’t admit, but I was not expecting someone to be knocking on the door from Hell or whatever it leads to.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

As much as I thought I could ignore it, I really couldn’t. There weren’t any protocols for someone knocking, but I was raised not to let a ringing phone go unanswered. I wasn’t going to let the door go unanswered. So I opened the door.

Five little men came out. They looked almost like Oompa Loompas from that Willy Wonka movie, except that they weren’t that weird skin color. The men went straight to the pot. They had to stand on their tippy toes to look inside of it like they had to verify the contents, then two of the men grabbed the pot and carried it out of the door as the last three men stood guard at the door with giant grins on their faces.

“What are you guys?” I asked. They just continued to stand there and grin. I was confused and curious on what was going on so I tried to look over the three guards. Then, out of nowhere, one of the men pushed me down. It was almost body builder strength. Seconds later, the two men came back out with another pot of Potato Soup.

 The End.

You sold your soul to the Devil some years back. Today he gives it back and says, "I need a favor..."

 

Writing Prompt - You sold your soul to the Devil some years ago. Today, he gives it back and says, "I need a favor."

“I have noticed that you have been getting a lot of attention since you have become a big shot celebrity.” The Devil begins, “I know it cost you a soul, how do you keep them liking you?”

“I think it’s the whole concept of hell," I begin. “And you being the Emperor of Darkness might drive some of that fear into people.”

The Devil shamefully looks to the ground. “Well, hell isn’t that bad. It really isn’t.  If you want to see earth’s version of Hell, check out Ciudad Juarez, Mexico. The only bright side is that you can’t die if you are already dead.”

“But, hey, with my soul back, I will get you back into the limelight. “ I cheerfully said.

After weeks of trying to conjure up some sort of good deed for the Devil, I finally think that I might have something.  Terrorists at a third world country have taken over a school full of child. I know that the Devil, Prince of Hell, would be the last person you would expect to see at a place like that, but it was his big chance.

As I sat on my computer chair and watched the live broadcast, I knew that this would be the best time than ever to become a saint. I mean, how could this not be an opportunity? There are the bad guys and children involve and obviously a chance for redemption.

There, out of a thick cloud of black smoke, the prince of darkness appears before the monsters at the school. And in the thick cloud of smoke, seconds later, the men disappear. Parents begin to cheer and the children come racing out of the school, unharmed.

I even let out some cheers. Why wouldn’t I? I just got my soul back from the Devil. Seconds later, the Devil appears by my side.

“So, what are we going to do?” The Devil asked.

“We wait,” I replied. "There's video evidence you saved those kids."

“What about the terrorist that I dropped off at Wall Street?” The devil asked.