Rusted Dreams

When I was 6th grade my stepfather took his own life, now this was an event in my life that changed my entire perspective and ideology on death and life. But a weird quirk that followed it always left me wondering about the afterlife

I was in the front yard, the sky was a bright orange, and the house itself looked aged and decaying. I walked around and observed the dead looking front, upon looking up, i saw my stepfather on the roof. He had a faint smile on his face, and was pointing down to the house. I just stood in shock, it was eerie the way he was standing, almost like he was meant to be there...is really the only way i can put it....I walked into the house, The house looked even more dead on the inside, the walls were crumbling. I walked through the living room and stopped, there was the basement, he ended it down there, i couldn't go down there, but then i heard him calling me. I felt, unfearing, like there isn't anything to be afraid of. I started down the stairs, and then the dream shifted into, a 3rd person like perspective. I was deep in this dark water, drowning. I began swimming frantically, trying to get out, i looked and saw him on the basement floor, he just smiled and looked around, then back at me, like this is what he wanted to show me. I didn't get it though, and i felt myself drowning, choking, dying.

Then i woke up. I was still young, but i told my mom the next day, she was still in deep shock about his death, and showed an interest in it. We were still trying to sell the house, and she had to go meet a potential buyer later that week. One day i came home from school, and she wasn't home, i assumed she was at the meeting. i called her to tell her im home, she stopped me and said, "im gonna be a bit late, the basement is severely flooded"

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