As I sit in a dark, damp cellar I wonder when it will be my turn, when I will be forced to take part in the satanic rituals that are being performed.  I watch in horror of what will happen next, as I watch them slaughter a bunny over my best friends head and make her drink the blood.  It is very dark, but from what I can tell they are sitting in the middle of what looks to be a pentagram.  I am still not entirely sure exactly how I ended up sitting in this cellar, half naked and chained to a wall.  I've never seen any of these people before at least not to the best of my knowledge.
        I was having a normal day, I got up and went to work with no problem.  On my way home, I seem to remember coming across a few strange looking people, but I thought nothing of it because I see strange looking people all the time, living in the city and all.  I'm not entirely sure but I think that they somehow managed to follow me without my knowing it, and then managed to bring me here.  I've always been afraid if cellars, ever since I can remember.  It all began when I ws visiting my grandmother for the summer.  She lived in the weirdest old house, which scared me in it's own right, but when it can to the cellar, I was completely mortified.  She used to make me go down there and get her onions and potatoes, I happen to think that she just made me go down there because she knew I was scared and she wanted to frighten me more.  She was a mean and devious old woman, who I never really did like very much but who I always put up with because she was my grandmother.  One day as I was getting her some potatoes for lunch I heard this noise and thought I was something moving, I was already frightened by just being there, so I completely forgot the potatoes and ran back up the stairs.  For the rest of the summer I refused to go back, because I was convinced that if I did I was going to be eaten or something.
        Well now I'm back in a cellar, the absolute last place on earth that I want to be, and have to watch these strange devil worshipers, perform the strangest rituals I have ever seen.  As I sit and watch them do these things to my friend, I feel totally helpless and small.  I keep wishing that none of this had happened, but there is nothing that I can do about it now.  Just as it looks as they are finished and I was to be spared from experiencing these acts first had one of them comes over to me, unchains me and drags me over the pentagram.  I am still not able to tell who these people are, because now for the first time I realize that they are all wearing masks, so even if there was adequate light I wouldn't have been able to see them anyway.  They lie me down on a long stone in the exact middle of the pentagram and chain me up once more.  I am now mortified by the thoughts of what they will do to me, what odd satanic ritual that they now have planned for me.  I can see them out of the corner of my eye preparing something, they begin to walk towards me and I can make out some kind of small animal, that they appear ti be carrying.  It is bigger than a bunny but smaller than a dog, my mind starts filling with ideas of what they could possibly try and make me drink the blood from, but none of my wildest thoughts could have imagined what they actually had planned for me.  As they came closer I realized what it was, and what their plans were.  I was to be the last victim for the night, and my punishment was to be by far the most treacherous.  They ahd saved the ultimate punishment for me.  Finally they had reached where I was lying and I was sure this time, they were actually sick enough to do it, and I had no was of stopping them, they were going to do it.  I watched as they prepared to slit the neck of a crying baby and I could feel myself start to slip away into the darkness.  But right before I faded away one of the men took off his mask to show him self to be, but it wasn't a he at all, to my complete terror it was my grandmother with an evil grin on her face, and she was the one who began to cut the baby's throat.