I can't remember what his name was so we will just call him Billy. Years ago, I use to work at a gas station, convenience store. This older man in his late 70's use to come in, buy gas and lottery tickets.
He would put down anyone in the store that would mention anything about God, Lord, or Jesus. He didn't believe in that kind of rubbish he use to say to people. I often told him, that people had the right to worship if they wanted to. Since he didn't believe in this, that he shouldn't put others down that did. He would just laugh and go on his way.
One night he came in, "Hey girl how about giving me six good numbers. I want to win this lottery. I said "everyone wants to win this, Billy".
He said "yes I guess so, but if I could win, I would sell my soul to the devil". I said Wow Billy that was a mouthfull. The lady behind him told him he might have just done that. Old Billy laughs at her with her holiness crap and tells her not to wish it upon him. Nothing will happen to him, he don't believe in the Lord or Jesus or the devil. He laughed and went out of the store.
This lady and I talked about what old Billy just said, hoping it not come true. I was off the next day, so the second day after the Lottery numbers were drawn, here comes Billy. "Well you helped me to win. I won five of the six numbers. Want to try and help me win all of them next time?" I said "Hey you said I could have half if you won, now that you won $2600, are you going to keep your word?". He said "Nope silly girl, I am not, I won it not you. He walks out of the store, comes back in wants more numbers for his next game. I said "Just pick them yourself". He did and left.
Shortly after this, I was let go of the job at the store which is in my story called "Gas station convenience store" in the ghost site. About a year later, this gal Patty came to my house. She told me that Billy was quite sick, she was on her way to see him, did I want to go. I said sure. We went to see Billy. He was at his own home. The hospice people were taking care of him. I figured he had cancer.
We went into his room. He is laying there, looking really white in the face. I asked how he was doing. "Not too well" he stated to us, with a smile on his face. Patty was talking to him, while I was standing by his bed. All of a sudden he yells "Get him out of here get him out of here". His eyes are big and wide, he is looking towards the corner of the room. Hair stood up on my arms, I felt a breeze on the back of my neck. I look into the corner, don't see anything.
In comes a nurse that was taking care of him, he is yelling and backing up into the headboard of his bed. She tells us, he has been doing that the last few days. She walks out of the room. I am glued to the room. Patty tells him there is no one, in the corner. She walks over to the corner stands there. See nothing here she tells old Billy. He calms down. Lays back in his bed.
She is talking to him and he starts up again, this time he is louder "Get him out of here", get him out of here". The wind passes over my neck I looked towards the corner and said "It's not me you want, it's him". I am pointing at old Billy. His face scrunches up he is fighting with something unseen. I am backing out of the room slowly, until I am out. I ran out the door to my truck and stayed in the truck.
Patty comes just walking out, like nothing has happen. I asked her if she felt the room get real hot, then real cold. She tells me no. She says he thinks he sees something, and fighting with it. We left.
A few days later his brother calls and lets us know that old Billy has died. He told us something strange happen, before he died. I told him I didn't want to know. But he continue on. Billy was getting weaker and weaker. He started yelling for someone to get out of the room. He said he open doors and stuff to show his brother there was no one in the room. He said that Billy, started fighting and cursing at something unseen. He acted as if something jumped on him, pushing him down, his brother said. He said that Billy said he was taking air from him, and he notice his brother was not breathing to well after that. Finally his brother died, with his eyes open wide, in fright. He said he had no idea what had happen. I said thanks for telling me and hung up.
I know what happen, he said he sell his soul to the devil to win. Well he won only five numbers, not the whole six numbers. And well I guess the devil let him win, so he the devil could win in the end.