There was a chance

Dreams

I finally found a way to block it out. Although out of sight out of mind didn't seem to be applying here. I plugged in my earphones and shuffled my music before scrolling through socials for a while. Soon enough I drifted off into a blissful sleep.

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I was woken by a brush along my shoulder. Thinking it was someone watching me like a total creep I sat up and got ready to show my fist to someone's face. I punched only to find that nobody was there. I opened my phone and looked at the time, 1:27AM.

Suddenly I heard a voice calling out to me, a soft mumbling that I couldn't quite make out. I decided to follow the sound of the voice and was led into the garden where I saw...my dad? He died six years ago how was he here? I called out to him.

"Dad?"

No response.

I noticed he was following the glow by orb I had seen in the back garden only hours before. I didn't know if anyone could hear or see me so I snuck around, trying to see where he was going.

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About ten minutes later we ended up in a pretty sketchy looking alleyway with some sis looking teenagers who looked like they did drugs and killed people for a living.

"Come with us." One of them said.

"We know this really cool club." Another spoke.

My dad was always a sucker for alcohol so without hesitation he followed. Once they had gone through the door, I came out from my hiding spot behind the large rubbish-filled skip and walked up to it.

Hesitantly, I grasped the metal handle and pushed the door open. I was horrified by what I saw in front of me, definitely not a club. As if the lack of strippers, alcohol and drunk men wasn't enough to tell me that the smell and devices I saw before me was like what I had only known to be described in books.

Rotten smells filled the room and blood stained the walls and floors, a few bodies lying here or there over in the corners. It was truly revolting.  The only source of light came from a singular light bulb hanging from its wire off of the ceiling.

In the centre of the room I saw the teens binding my father down to a wooden chair. They picked up all sorts of things, daggers, blades of different kinds, scores and bleach. They were torturing him.

"Tell us what you know."

My dad had secrets? What kind? Did I know these secrets?

"Never!" He spat back at them.

I continued to watch them torture and attempt to manipulate him into spilling his filthy black guts out. My dad stood strong for about half an hour before he started begging for mercy, begging for the release of death.