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My Secret Visit to Hell & Heaven
My secret visit to these two places was unscheduled. Things got better in Hell than in Heaven the first time, but Hellfire let loose before I knew it. Learn more.
My name is Paris, and I live in Hell.
Christians believe that some will go to Heaven and some will go to Hell when they die.
Heaven is a place full of joy with good food and friendly people, and everything is like a five-star hotel.
Hell is a 24/7 burning fire and is like the rundown neighborhood where the Devil rules with an iron fist—a lot of suffering, never-ending blazing fire, and torture.
My first visit was to Hell. I used the elevator to Hell, and I was welcome by a well-mannered woman. And I was shocked to observe that Hell looked like a five-star hotel. I was served and assigned a beautiful room and a maid.
Per instructions, my time in Hell was twenty-three hours. Then the Hell gatekeeper directed me to visit Heaven. While on the elevator, I was still thinking about the Heaven my Pastor preached on Sundays and wondered how fantastic Heaven would be.
