Deal of the Devil (standard:horror, 637 words)
Author: Justin_Mullins	Added: Apr 14 2004	Views/Reads: 3527/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A man encounters the Devil late one night on the way home from a casino and gets into more than what he expected.

Paul Bridgenson, 42 years old, was what you would call an addicted
gambler. Every time he would get his paycheck, he would spend half of 
it gambling. Tonight for example. He had just blown most of his 
paycheck and was pretty depressed. As he was driving to his home, he 
thought about the night's events. 

He was thinking about it so much, he didn't really notice a strange man
he passed. The man wore all black and had a black hat on in a position 
where you couldn't see his face. The strange part is it was night time. 
After Paul drove by, the man lifted his arm and made a twirling motion 
with his fingers. At that very moment, a tire on Paul's car suddenly 
blew out. Paul managed to get control of his car and pulled over to the 
side of the road. He got out to take a look at his car tire. 

Without notice, the man in black made his way to Paul. "Mr. Bridgenson,
I presume?" the man said. 

Paul jumped because he didn't hear the man sneak up on him at all.
"Yeah, that's me," Paul said. "Who are you? I don't suppose you'd 
happen to be able to help me fix my tire." 

"I could, but that isn't why I am here," the man said. "How would you
like to play a game where, if you win, I'll will grant you one wish to 
get anything you want." 

"A wish? And how will you do that?" 

"You see," the man said. "You already know who I am. But, you can just
call me Lou." 

"I wish I could though, but I need the money I have left," Paul said. 

"I'm not interested in money," Lou said. "If I win, I get your soul. If
you win, I'll grant you one wish." 

"Soul?" Paul said and laughed. "Look, I don't believe in all that stuff.
Not Hell, not Heaven, or anything like that. Not anymore." 

"Then you have nothing to worry about then," Lou said. "If you play and
win, I will give you what you want." 

Paul sighed. "Fine, I'll play this little game of yours." 

"Good," Lou said. "I assume you know how to play Blackjack." He pulled
out a standard deck of cards out of his coat pocket, shuffled them, and 
placed the necessary amount of cards on the trunk of the car. Paul, 
sighing, picked up his cards and looked at them. He had a 4 and a 10. 

"I'll take another," Paul said, hoping it would be a 7. Unfortunately,
it was a six. But, Paul smiled, thinking chances are, he couldn't lose. 
"I'll stay." 

"I will as well." Lou said. 

"I'm sorry, Lou, but I have a 20," Paul said. 

"I'm sorry as well," Lou said. "I have an Ace and a King card.
Blackjack. I win." 

"Oh well, I guess you'll just have to have my soul then," Paul said, a
little sarcastic. 

"Don't worry, I will," Lou said. Suddenly, a strange mist like fog
appeared next to him. Out stepped a man. "Hello there Zekiel." 

"Who are you talking to?" Paul asked, not being able to see the Angel of
Death. 

"How is this one suppose to die?" Lou asked. 

"Heart attack," Zekiel said. "Not that it's any business of yours. Now,
if you'll leave me be." 

"I...uh...will be going now, ok?" Paul said, believing Lou was out of
his head. He started backing to his car and then just collapsed into 
death. 

"Guess I forgot to mention that you never should make a deal with the
Devil," Lou said, grinning. "Another day, another soul." With a snap of 
his fingers, he disappeared, leaving his clothes behind. If anybody 
looked at the name tag in his coat, it would read: Lou C. Furre. 


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