That's what this little booklet in my Grandpa's bathroom said. They had this old coffee can on a shelf in there full of nuts, bolts, odds and ends...and that book. I was just being nosy pilfering through everything (they always hated that) when I happened upon it.
Hmm...If you're a sinner, don't read this. OK, that doesn't mean me. I'm just a kid! Nervously, I read the title one more time then opened it up to the first page where it said something along the lines of, "You're going to hell." It went on to tell me the fiery torment that I was going to endure, forever and ever. Oh my gosh! All because I opened this book?
After sitting in the bathroom crying for a while (Hey, I was 7 or 8!), I came out of the bathroom and confessed to reading the book. I explained that I shouldn't have been going through their things but didn't think that was bad enough to go to hell for. After everyone there laughed their butts off at me (picture aunts, uncles, grandparents, and my parents), they assured me that I was not going to hell for reading it and that the book was only for "bad grownups."
I still had nightmares, though.
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