I met someone who claimed to be the devil... and I think I believe them

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer monitor as I waited for the usual 10am Monday meeting to start. My boss had sent an email the day before that he wanted to go over our projects, and our progress, during the meeting. He was very particular about making sure that we were all on track to meet our deadlines, and about making sure that we were all meeting expectations and staying on task. I had gotten to work about an hour before hand to go over my own projects and make sure that everything was in order. I was getting ready to close my laptop and head to the conference room when I saw a peculiar email pop up on my screen. The subject line said, "We need to talk." in all capital letters. I furrowed my brow in confusion as I opened the email, wondering who would be sending me such vague emails at work. The body of the email only contained two sentences. "They're watching you," it read. "Meet me outside and I'll explain." I scoffed at the message before closing the email and making my way to the conference room. This was 2019, after all. I wasn't going to fall for some weird phony email and get fired for leaving during work hours. I had no idea who could have sent the email, and I had no desire to find out. I was too busy at work to worry about such nonsense. I took my usual seat in the conference room and gave a slight nod to a woman sitting across the table from me. She was an accountant, and although we weren't close, I enjoyed talking to her because she was easy to get along with. A few minutes later, my boss walked in and started talking about the importance of staying on task. I tuned him out after a couple of minutes, deciding instead to doodle on my notepad. I had heard this speech a million times before. I knew the drill. It was then that I saw a piece of paper on the floor. It was a folded up piece of paper, and it looked like a note. I picked it up, wondering if maybe one of my coworkers had dropped it. I unfolded it, expecting to find some brief notes or reminders jotted down, but instead I found a short message that read, "They're watching now. Meet me outside or you'll regret it." I sighed and tossed the note back onto the floor, crumpling it up in frustration. Who was this? Why were they sending these threats? I didn't even know who to go to over this. I decided that I would mark it up to pranks and forget about it after the meeting was over. The meeting lasted about 30 minutes. After it was over, I made my way back to my desk. My boss stopped me and asked to see my projects, and I gladly handed them over. He was quiet as he flipped through them and I watched him, wondering if I had somehow messed up and was in trouble. After a short time he looked up at me and smiled. "You're doing good, man." he said. "Keep up the hard work." I took my projects back and told him thank you before walking to my desk. As I sat down, I noticed a piece of paper sitting on my desk with "They're watching you. Meet me outside or you'll regret it." typed on it in all capital letters. My heart skipped a beat as I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed anything. No one was looking at me; everyone was too busy typing away on their computers to notice my confusion. I crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash as I stood up from my desk. I was going to go and find out who was sending me these weird messages. I made my way to the front door of the building, scanning the parking lot to see if there was someone waiting for me. A black car with tinted windows caught my eye. I couldn't see anyone inside, but I had a feeling that this was the car I was looking for. I walked up to the passenger side door, hesitating for a brief moment before opening the door and getting in. There was a man in a three piece suit sitting in the drivers seat, staring at me with a smile on his face. I couldn't see his eyes because they were covered by a pair of sunglasses, but I had the feeling that he was staring into my soul. "Hello." he said in a deep voice. "My name is Jonathan, nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you as well," I replied. "Who are you, and what do you want?" "I'm someone who knows a lot about you," he replied, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "Your name is James, you're 36, single, no kids, and you're an underpaid office drone who hates his life." "You could be talking about anyone in that building," I said. Jonathan chuckled and lit a cigarette. "I've been watching you for a while now," he said. "I know all about you. I know what you like, what you dislike, and I know all about your little habits." "So what if you do?" I asked. "How did you get in my email? My computer is locked down tighter than Fort Knox." Jonathan chuckled again. "Your computer is nothing. I've been inside the depths of hell, and I've climbed to the highest heavens. I am the bridge that connects the two, and I have been given the task of watching you." I scoffed. "You're the bridge that connects heaven and hell? You expect me to believe that?" Jonathan blew out a puff of smoke before responding. "I am the devil, James. I am the one that they all talk about. I am the ruler of hell, and I've been given the task of watching you." "I'm not a Christian," I replied. "I don't believe in heaven or hell." Jonathan chuckled again, taking a drag on his cigarette. "I'm not here to talk about your religious beliefs," he said. "I'm here to let you know that you are being watched. Every move you make, every decision you take, it's all being watched. They are all watching you." "Who are they?" I asked. "The ones in charge," he replied. "The ones who control everything. They're the ones who give me my orders, and they're the ones who have ordered me to watch you." "Why?" I asked. "Because of your past," he said. "They're interested in you James. They think that you're different." "I'm not," I said. "I'm just a normal guy trying to make a living." Jonathan laughed again. "You're far from normal James. You have a gift, and you don't even know it." I scoffed. "What makes you so sure?" I asked. "Because I've been watching you your whole life," he replied. "I know all about you, and I know that you're different." "You've been watching me?" I asked, shocked. "Since you were a child," he said. "I've seen the things you can do, and I know all about your past." "What do you mean?" Jonathan sighed. "You don't know, do you?" he asked. "Know what?" I replied. "You've been to hell, James. You've been given a second chance at life, and you don't even know it." I laughed out loud. "That's ridiculous," I said. "Of course I know that! I've lived my whole life!" "Don't play dumb," he snapped. "I know all about you James. I've been watching you, and I know all about your past. You have a gift, James. You have the ability to enter hell, and you don't even know it." "I've never even been to jail," I said. "I think you have mistaken me for someone else." Jonathan chuckled. "I know all about you," he said. "I've been watching you. You don't remember anything? Anything at all?" I thought back to my past, trying to remember anything out of the ordinary. That's when it hit me, a memory that I thought was just a dream. When I was a kid, I had gotten pneumonia and almost died. While I was in the hospital, I had a very vivid dream. In the dream, I was standing in a field of fire. I didn't feel any heat, and I wasn't burning, I was just standing there, looking around at the flames. A man in a three piece suit was standing next to me. He looked familiar, but in the dream I didn't know who he was. He was telling me that I was in hell, and that I had been given a second chance. He told me that I would be able to return, and that I had a gift that no one else had. That I had the ability to return to hell, and that I would one day be called upon to use that gift. "What did you say your name was?" I asked. "I am Jonathan," he replied. I thought back to the dream, trying to remember if the

I met someone who claimed to be the devil... and I think I believe them

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