[ WP ] You have sold your soul to the devil , but when its time to collect , The devil takes you to God and tells on you .

He was not a happy boy. His parents did n't like him very much. At least, that's what he thought. Daddy was almost always at work. Mommy never showed up. Some days stayed up late, waiting for his Daddy to come home. When Daddy did, he would run up wanting a hug. All he got was a smack and some yelling. Daddy told him to go to bed. 
 
 All he wanted was his Daddy to love him, and be with him. He did n't have a mommy, but the boys in picture books and on tv did, so he guessed he wanted that to. 
 
 When he woke up the next day, Daddy was asleep. He always stayed at home and slept all day on Sunday. The boy ran down the stairs, and then another flight. He was going into the bad, dangerous place - the basement. 
 
 Daddy told him never to go there. Maybe if he disappeared, Daddy would love him more. Besides, if he got hurt in the basement, Daddy would get sad and that's what he deserved for being a big fat meanie poopie face. 
 
 He shut the door and walked down the stairs in the dark. Once he reached the floor, he sat down. *There*! Now he just had to wait.... 
 
 `` I can make your Daddy love you.'' 
 
 The boy listened carefully. A big, black snake crawled in front of him. 
 
 `` How?'' 
 
 The boy did n't really trust the snake, but he was willing to do something risky if that would make Daddy care. 
 
 `` All I want is your soul, and I can make Daddy love you.'' 
 
 `` My soul?'' 
 
 `` Yes. It's not very important.'' 
 
 The boy thought hard. He did n't really know what a soul was, so he guessed it really was n't important. 
 
 `` Ok.'' 
 
 The snake turned into a little boy, just as old, but with cool horns. The snake boy ran up the stairs the other boy in tow, yelling. 
 
 `` God! He just sold his soul to me!'' 
 
 The boy heard Daddy get up - he sounded grumpy. 
 
 `` Damn it, Jesus!'' 
 
 Jesus hung his head, and the snake boy stuck his tongue out at him. 
 
 `` Nailed it.''
