Annette in HELL.

The Story of Annette;
A Soul in Hell
Introduction
What is related in these pages is of the greatest importance. Though the events in question took place in Germany, what we give here is, as far as we are able, a faithful translation from the original language. The "Nihil obstat" was granted by the Vicar of Rome, and the "Imprimatur" of the Pope's Vicar for Rome guarantees the text free from doctrinal error. These freightening pages must sound a warning for us, describing as they do a way of life which is very common in present-day society. The Divine Mercy, in allowing these revelations, lifts for us a corner of the veil hiding that most awesome of mysteries which awaits us all at the term of our days on earth.
We hope that many souls will hear and take heed
The Story
Claire and Annette were two girls working for a firm in southern Germany. They were not particularly close friends, but simply observed normal everyday courtesies towards each other. However, working as they did side by side each day, they naturally got around to exchanging views on life, etc. Claire confessed openly that she was a Christian and she considered it her duty to instruct her colleague and to call her charitably back into line when she treated matters of religion lightly or superficially. Thus they spent some time together until Annette married and gave up her job to go and live elsewhere. It was in 1937. In the autumn of the some year Claire was spending her holidays with beside Lake Garda when, towards the middle of September, her mother wrote from home the sad news that Annette had been killed in an automobile accident and had been buried the day before. Claire was horrified by the news, knowing as she did how little her friend had cared about her religion. Had she been ready to appear before God? What had been the state of her soul at the moment of her unexpected death? The next morning Claire heard Mass, offered. her Holy Communion for her unfortunate friend and prayed fervently for her soul. But that very night, ten minutes after midnight, the following vision came to her.
"Claire," said Annette, "don't pray for me. I am dammed. I have come to tell you that and to speak to you at length about it, but do not think I am doing it out of friendship. We who are here in this place, we do not love anyone anymore. I am doing what I am doing becauae I am forced to. I am acting now as 'a part of that power which always wills evil, yet does good.' To be honest, I would like you too to be cast into this place where I am to spend eternity. Do not be surprised that I should say that. Here we all think that way, our wilt is irrevocably directed towards evil, at least what you call evil. Even if we do happen to do something good as I am doing now by letting you know what goes on in hell, we never do it with a good intention."
Annette continues: "Do you remember when we met four years ago in southern Germany? You were twenty three, and you had already been there six months when I arrived. …