My brother and I are playing football in the garden. My dad comes out and closes the door behind him and as usual, tells us, "I have an urgent meeting. So you boys, better be good and don't go to the basement and spoil my work."

"Alright, dad! We will be good. We will not go to the basement. We will not touch any of your things. We will not spoil your work." We chant.

We usually tell this twice a day. My father is a scientist. He has weird chemicals down there. You'll tell that he uses 5/4th of his brain, more than his capacity, by looking at him. Because he has worn green sock in one leg and red in the other. If we point out this to him, he'll tell, "I didn't get the other blue one!" So, we just ignore it!!

After he leaves for the meeting, we continue to play. Our neighbor, Julian, same age as me, comes by.

"I heard your father tell not to go to the basement. Why? What's there?" he asks.

My small brother answers, "It's nothing, Jules. There are liquids which can burn you, make you old, and also to kill you. So we don't go there."

"Ohhh! Really? I love chemicals and stuff because my ambition is to become a chemist. NOT a scientist, like your dad. Then I have to wear socks in my hands and gloves in my legs." He says.

I stare at him. He adds, "I promise, I won't touch anything. Just seeing! Come, guys! Let's go there!"

Now, my curiosity is aroused as to what things lay down there in which my dad spends ¾th of his life.

"Right! Come! But, No. touching. Anything. Okay?" I ask.

Julian says, "Okay! Done!" But my brother cowers behind me and tells very softly, "I'm-I'm not coming, Luke. Dad will shout! I'm scared!"

"Oh! It's alright, Louis. Then, you just stay at the doorway and warn us if dad comes." I respond.

We go inside, leaving the ball outside; and reach the basement door. It was slightly open and we look through the gap. We see that the lights are not switched off.

We open the door and climb down the stairs. Louis comes down behind me and whispers, "I'll come with you. It's so creepy. I'm scared."

As soon as we reach the last steps, the lights go off. The final thing I see before the darkness seeps is, the colorful chemicals in test tubes and beakers.

We hold each other's hands so as not to tip any chemicals off and cause an explosion of any kind.

I close my eyes and open them. The chemicals are illuminating the room. We take a step closer and suddenly the colored chemicals become colored faces and two empty eyes are visible in every face.

They advance on us with gigantic steps and in a few seconds had covered the distance. We shiver and I realize that we are standing with our backs together in 120° each.

The colored devils round us are chanting, "Found. Spirits. For. Minidumple. Found. Spirits. For. Minidumple."

And within two blinks, we are being carried by invisible hands. And suddenly the lights come on, and the lights are not actual lights; but, human bones burning on three-forked long sticks.

Will we end up like that? I soon get the answer to my question. The answer is NO and our destiny is WORSE.

We are tied together in an iron rod, which is hung from the ceiling; by a devil with no eyes and no legs. The temperature of the rod is very high and it is like leaning on a steel wall that has been kept under the hot sun for 2000 years.

Because, beneath us, a cauldron with Yewww! nasty floating things is kept on a blazing red fire, and I feel like my flesh is dissolving due to the heat given out from the steam.

My thoughts run, "Hell must be way better than this!" And finally, someone enters the room with hood covering his / her / its face. And all the terrible, horrible, boney, skinless figures, devils and demons stand up and bow down to that hooded hoody-man.

He approaches us and says in a rough voice, "We've got nice tributes to the God of Minidumple. And I am the Only One God whom everyone should be afraid of." And laughs a horrible laugh and I feel my bones rattling.

One demon from five groups come forward and cover their faces with similar hoods. They prostrate in the direction of the cauldron, while their leader, who names himself as the god, stands on his knees and raises his hands up and starts praying.

First, soft sounds come from their mouths and gradually the softness leaves their voice and roughness enters and finally, they are screaming...

I couldn't plug cottons or earplugs to my ears since my hands are tied. So, I grit my teeth and I hear teeth gritting sounds from either sides of me and I sigh. Because they are alive.

Who'll be able to survive such a lot of heat? Not the weaklings, but strong ones like us, because we drink milk every morning and eat healthy foods.

Suddenly, the praying demons stop their rubbish / gibberish, (whatever you decide to call them); and stand up, advance on us...

The so-called God devil snaps his hand and I feel the iron rod going down. Our feet are only 2.5" away from the gigantic pot and the hot boiling liquid. I then hear Louis screaming.

I turn my head just in time to see his ropes rip by itself and he is falling into the cauldron shouting, "Luke!! Save me!"

I scream far louder than him, "Nooooooooooooooooo!"

I look straight at the leader and say, "Please, stop this! What did we do to you? I want my brother. Please!! Let us go!!"

He only laughed at my cries and then another scream goes off from my right side. Now, Jules is falling and next will be me! ME!

"You should have thought about it before setting foot to our Holy Place." The insane leader uttered.

"What crap is this? This basement is not yours. And what has my father got to do with this?" I ask, my voice covered in rage.

He laughs louder and raises his hands. I shiver, thinking that he's gonna snap his fingers and I am going to drown along with this rod.

To my relief, he touches his hood and removes it unveiling his face. My mouth and eyes open wide.

The face beneath the hood is my father. MY OWN FATHER, Williamson. Given birth by Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, my grandparents. I can't believe my eyes. How can my father be involved in this foolish beliefs and all?

I feel myself falling into the cauldron. Nooooooooooo...... Mommy, save me. Daddy is an evil person!!

I realize that my face doesn't touch the boiling liquid in the heated cauldron; but, solid wooden floor. My face has gone SMACK!!

Oh no!!!

I've sleepwalked once again and slipped over spilt water on the dining room floor. I remember pouring water over my little sister and it hasn't dried yet.

And also, now, I've had a nightmare while sleepwalking. Shit!!  

Who else on earth is lucky enough to have a horrible dream while sleep-marching... huh?

I thank God that it isn't real because I love my dad and brother so much. I don't want them neither dead nor turn evil summoning spirits and burning humans!!

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