I sold my soul to the devil when I was 17 years old for a million quid. I was young and dumb and didn’t realise the implications of what I was doing. There was a clause in the contract that says that everyone I ever love will die if I ever take more than 1 million steps during my lifetime.

I spent the next few months spending the money and I was soon left with nothing. I had been given a counter which showed how many steps I had taken and was horrified to discover I had less than a thousand left.

I came up with a plan and moved into a new town and used a wheelchair all the time. I was quickly embraced by the locals and fell in love with one of my neighbours. We ended up getting married and had two beautiful babies together. I became careless during this time and my remaining steps fell to four.

I awoke earlier to the smoke alarm going off. My wife jumped out of bed and ran to grab our babies. I hopped into my wheelchair and began making my way to safety. The house was ablaze and I was starting to get lightheaded.

I could see my wife standing outside beckoning me to hurry when the ceiling partly collapsed. I knew there was no way I could get my wheelchair across and it was too hot to climb across.

I could see the shock on my wife’s face as I stood up straight. She gave me a questioning look as I made my way towards her. Her face went blank when I took my fourth step, and her body crumpled to the ground.

I wept as I stood over my families lifeless bodies and cursed my own cowardice. I gazed down at the counter to see it once again stood at four steps.