Illusional

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    I went over to my dad's room with nervousness, as if something—or someone—in my mind was telling me that this wasn't going to end well.

    Stella hopped onto the computer and went onto the camera footage. She told me that my dad was in the bathroom, giving us a bit of time to show me footage what she described as incriminating.

She showed me the footage, and told me not to get mad, for some reason... She scrolled back to 4 AM this morning. My dad was holding a kennel, although I couldn't make out what was inside. He then put the kennel in the living room, opened it, and out came... wolves!

Even though I saw what I saw, I was not mad at my dad. Now, you might think I'm going crazy, but I know that he himself didn't do that. When me and Stella had that nightmare a couple of nights ago, we snuck those children into the attic without our knowledge. So it was likely that Bill also had a nightmare (although what it was about and why is unknown, nor do I want to know) and snuck the wolves inside the cabin.

Me and Stella quickly closed off the captured footage tab and got out the room, because my dad was washing his hands, meaning he was about to get out the bathroom. Although, I decided to figure out what his nightmare was. I suspect our nightmares are why we are experiencing this. However, I wanted to be discreet about asking him. If I just asked him about his nightmare directly, he would obviously get suspicious by how exactly I knew he had one.

    "Oh... hey, son." my dad said as he got out the bathroom.

    "Hey. Did you sleep well last night?"

    He looked at me for a second. "You don't ask me that too often, but... I'm glad you did. Especially this morning. I had a terrible nightmare last night."

    "Aww, I'm sorry to hear that." I was trying hard not to laugh. Is something wrong with me? "Do you want to talk about it?"

    "Yes, I would..." He sat down on the bed beside me. "It was about your mom."

    Silence rose about the room. Why would he have a nightmare about that? "My mom?"

    "Yes. It was a recreation of a flashback from years ago, a few hours before she died."

    Now I was scared. "What happened?" I said, stammering intentionally.

    "You were in your room playing video games at the time, so you probably don't remember. But I'm sure glad you were though..." I tried to picture Dad's nightmare as he told the story. "Whenever your mom would go out of the house to hang out with her friends in the evening, that's when I would invite my friends to hang out at the house. What I didn't know, however, was that they bought a bunch of alcoholic drinks and other intoxicating drugs with them, and I didn't know about this until they left the house to clean up, because we got a bit rough on the chips and other snacks in the pantry. Unfortunately for me, your mother was at the door to our house, so I didn't have time to clean up. I just started to prepare dinner in the kitchen and pretended nothing happened."

    He told me his story. Mom came to the house at around 7:00 PM and told her friends goodbye. The first thing she noticed was the cans of beer and empty bottles all over the coffee table.

"What's all this?!" Mom questioned as she looked revoltingly at the coffee table. "Bill!" she shouted at the near top of her lungs. Almost petrified, Bill rushed over to the living room, with his legs shaking.

"What's wr-"

"What's all this?!"

"Oh, uhm... just drinks."