666 Affliction
Ya’ll.
It got me. The day of the devil or the evil that is incurred by the simple occurrence of three numbers placed together: six-six-six.
I never believed in the evil of the number, nor did I dread, or fear the day at all. Well, with the exception of the release of The Omen, because I am a big fat scaredy-cat when it comes to scary movies. Also - I have an irrational belief that if you do anything at EXACTLY midnight, like turn off the light to go to bed, an evil force will be unleashed and whip like a tornado through my room where unknown numbers of demons will be released. Or, you know, the boogie man will jump out from under the bed. But 666? Never had anything on me.
My mother, on the other hand - though she is not very religious at all - won’t go near the number. She once avoided buying the last available package of chicken at the supermarket because the price was $6.66. I scoffed at her.
But I scoff no more.
Yesterday, I was sucked into an evil vortex from which I fear there is no return. It started at about 6:00pm, and without warning, I emerged from the fog that devil cast upon me, some time after midnight.
Be warned.
Evil: Thy name is The Sims2.
