A New Year Deal with the Devil?

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      You realized that the woman in front of you couldn't actually be the Devil. That was impossible. You had made a New Year's resolution not to believe in mythical creatures anymore. If you do not believe in them, they are not real.
      "I don't believe in you," you say very clearly. She smiles at you, grabs you by the collar and holds you above the counter.
      "You think I'm a mythological character, do you? I'm as real as they come. I will be back for you in seven days." The Devil vanished in a wisp of blue smoke.
      After a deal with the Devil, your boys allowed you to go back home early. Because why wouldn't you get to go home after that.
      Day 1: You find that you cannot sleep. It's hard to tell what's real, and what is a mythological character. On the way home, you thought you saw the big bad Wolf. As you were lying in your bed, you thought you saw the Devil run across the hall.
      Day 2: You slept this whole day, trying hard not to peek above the covers.
      Day 3: The Devil is sitting at the door of your bed watching you. She keeps licking flames on her lips, but she doesn't actually seem to be looking at you. It's as if she is looking through you and into your soul. It makes you thoroughly consider whether you have one or not.
      Day 4: You have now locked yourself in a closet. The Devil is scratching at the door, and she is whistling at you. The song that she is whistling is clearly Honkey Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins.
      Day 5: Now, you are unsure whether the song is by Trace Adkins. Was that song sung by George Lopez? Did George Lopez song country music. Now, you aren't sure whether or not you know who George Lopez is. The Devil is still clawing at the door whistling that same time.
      Day 6: You found a George Lopez CD in the closet, but now you don't have a CD player. Also you are still worried about the Devil, she seems angry.
      "Hey can you get my a CD player?" You ask the Devil.
      "Would you trade your soul for that CD player?" The Devil and. That sounded like a fair trade. You didn't really need a soul. It was important to figure out who exactly groovey Lopez was.
      "Sure," you said. The Devil slid the contract under the door and you placed a hair on the signature line.
      The room burst into flames and the door desegregated. The Devil was outside holding a CD player. She handed it to you, and bellowed into laughter. You slammed the CD on, just add you realized who George Lopez was.
      Day 7: You spent this in hell. Too bad.