The devil’s name was Fred. And he was after me. I couldn’t run fast enough. I thought he was a good guy. The flowers he brought me every day had shown me that, right? Until the day they stopped coming. I knew something was wrong. And that look on his face only made me worry more. In fact, it downright scared me. Something had changed. This wasn’t the same Fred I’d dated for months. But when he asked for my soul as a promise to stay faithful…I ran. Some day I will have to stop running and warn others.