by Unknown
The same old Sunday school priest dressed in baby blue attire from his nightmares was standing a few feet in front of him with a blank expression, calmly folding his arms. He asked his grueling question from the past: “Why did you do it, Stan?” Stan froze with the gun in his hand like he had in his dream. “Why did I do what? Why do you keep following me!” He started glowing red in the face as he pointed the gun at the priest. “Why did you kill the boy when you knew you didn’t have to, when he was already knocked unconscious, and now cheat on the girl that matters to you the most?” the priest replied. Stan dropped the gun on the floor and stared the priest in the eyes for a few seconds. He asked the priest: “What difference does it make?” The priest told him: “The fact that you are going to go to hell instead of heaven, that’s the difference.” Stan picked up the gun shakily, and replied to the priest: “I’d rather be doing what I want with who I wish than to live for all eternity with people who would give everything they want for a god that they don’t even know exists!” Stan closed his eyes, put the gun to his head, and opened them one last time. He saw Tammy’s beautiful blond hair and face, the same one he had seen the night he had met her. She was dressed in the same shiny red dress and gold and diamond earrings she was wearing when he had met her at the movie theater. Her sparkling eyes put him in a brief trance that made him think of the short-lived golden time of his life.
She was so attractive, just as he had remembered her. Her face then became distorted with her head very tall and very narrow, then shifting to wide and short, like a rotating oval; her eyes and face turned black, smiling wickedly, and she whispered: “I can’t wait until you go to hell.” Stan replied: “I can’t wait either.” He pulled the trigger, and his body fell to the ground, his last words rebounding off of the walls of the sewer. The white padded room and the ball-and-chain disappeared as the LED lamp dimly lit the scene of how Stan’s body fell sideways and he died the second he touched the water, the blood splatter blocking the light for a fraction of a second, his body gently floating downstream until it disappeared under the monstrous, endless river that went under the giant concrete cylinders where the sewage made its way to wherever it was going.
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