Personal Narrative: A Place Called Hell By Valeski Charkinov

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If there is a place, like the place people call Hell. If it is truly real, I don't believe it is the way it was popularized to us growing up. It’s not how it was taught to us for most of our lives. I believe that a place like Hell doesn't physically torture you, but instead, tortures you mentally. I believe that when you go to Hell it will slowly and methodically beat you and your sanity down with isolation, and by throwing things at you to fuel paranoia and regret, to the extent of all the misery and pain you caused in your life. This is the story of a man who has created a lot of misery and pain in his time, his name is Valeski Charkinov.

Valeski Charkinov had most definitely earned a place in Hell. He was the kind of person who did anything …show more content…

I can't begin to describe this place other than it's almost unnatural in the way it's a blistering hot desert in some places and a freezing tundra in others. It's always a blindingly bright day in the desert with a beaming heat that when it hits your skin, feeling the same way a cake would as you put it in an oven. Meanwhile in the tundra the sun's light is blocked by thick looming clouds that fill you with chills before you even feel the blast of cold air that hits you when you enter it, chilling you down to the bone. Strangely enough, the temperatures in both places are just enough to keep me miserable all the time, but do not seem to cause any real physical damage. It never rains, it only hails. And while it hails in the tundra it causes massive lightning storms in the …show more content…

Although it could be longer with this worlds time cycle. I’m not really sure. I’m not really sure about a lot of things lately. That and the weather have been bothering me a lot. Not just that but something's felt strange about this place since I got here. I've been catching myself watching my back lately. It's almost as if I'm always being watched. I’ve been thinking to myself lately, I’ve been here a week and I'm already beginning to question my sanity. I’m no longer am sure of what's real and what’s not anymore, I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I knew I need to do