My circle of hell would be called Fear. This would be the level of hell reserved for adults that enjoy scaring children and scarring them for life. That enjoy wearing masks and giving their children complexes and then laugh about it when they are still scarred later in life. They would forever run in constant fear, being chased by monster children that love to scare them, torture them, and eat their skin. …show more content…
This may be a classic choice and it is certainly not original, however, my mother has been my guide all of my life. She is still my guide to this day and she will probably still be my guide until she can no longer do so. Their is no better person to be my guide through hell then the person who helps guide my