I don’t know if the story I’m going to tell is actually real or just a really creepy, life-like dream. Anyway, it is pretty messed up even to someone as disturbed as me… Which is saying a lot since I desensitized myself to gore and horror.
The story is my mom was telling me my best friend’s father died on the drive home after we finished up helping at my grandparent’s house. Said friend is the one who lost one of his youngest brothers to cancer only months before. The father died of cancer and the church directly or indirectly caused his death. I can’t tell if that story actually happened or if it was just a weird dream. If it was a dream, why would I dream about my friend suffering more? On the other hand, if it was real, why am I having such a difficult time remembering something that only happened a week prior!?
Shit, I hope that it’s just a bad dream… Even I have to acknowledge the fact my friend suffered enough. I just needed to release my fear since I couldn’t really voice them to my family. They don’t need to know how far gone I really am when there is honestly no way of saving me from the evil inside.