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Hells Bells.

On my arrival in Hell, I was met by the Devil himself. He spoke, “I see that you have come at last to your destination. I see that it is no surprise to you. In fact you have been waiting for this moment. I too, now I am once again satisfied that my enemy is where he belongs.” Here in Hell.

You have one week to get yourself acclimatised if that is at all possible in this hot barren place a part of Heaven now called by all Hell. I laughed at my enemy the devil and walked away wondering if it would be possible to get used to this part of heaven called Hell. I remembered what Old Nick had once told me about musical instruments and I took to walking along the nonexistent border between Heaven and Hell. One day I became friendly with an Angel from Heaven, I told him my plan to at least annoy Old Nick or Satan. The Angel was delighted at getting a chance of annoying old Nick and told me that he and a few of his friends would help me in any way possible.

I told the Angels that I wanted bells, bells that would give different tones from then when they were rung. Soon most of the inhabitants of Hell possessed a bell. One day I told all to ring their bells and not to stop whatever happened once and for all Old Nick was not going to get things all of his way. I gave the signal after giving earplugs to all of Hell’s [BS1] peoples. The noise was Hellish but as all were wearing earplugs it disturbed no one only Old Nick.

Old Nick knew that I was behind all of this noise and he came looking for me. I was hiding with the help of my new Angel Friends in a small part of Heaven that was seldom visited by any one. It did not take Old Nick long to leave hell, Later I was told that he had made a visit to the World and that crime had risen by a hundred percent. Even the Prisons were overfilled and many criminals both men and women were waiting to take their turn to go to Prison to do their sentence. I raised a red Flag high in the air that was my signal for Hells inhabitants to stop ringing their bells.

I spent hour and hours planning what to do to Old Nick as I had promised him on one of his visits to earth. As I have told you in an earlier story there is nothing to drink in Hell. With the help of my new Angel Friends, we built a huge tank with taps. Each inhabitant of Hell now had water in plenty to drink. Satan has not been seen for a long time, I know that he is thinking out some diabolical plan to get his own back on me.