It all ended and started with a silver bullet to my head in a dark alleyway. It was a perfect night to end my miserable life. It was a clear night sky. The air was cool, the stars had an unusual twinkl to them, and I was alone. I had finished my enjoyment of my final happiness about thirty minutes ago found myself here. I stood there motionlessy then tought to myself, "Now what?" Then I smiled and closed my eyes and thought of my daughter and wife in heaven welcoming me with open arms...

"Ah, Eric Jones" said an unfamiliar voice, "Let's take a look at your life story now." A strange figure with what looked like a colorless ring above his head and two horns of the same shade of nothingness appeared before my eyes. It pulled out what seemed to be a book. "I'm your judge whether you get into heaven or hell. " said the figure.

"What's your name?" I asked.

The figure said, "Just call me Judge," as he was flipping the pages at light speed. The Judge closed the book within five seconds. "From what I have read, it says that you were born and raised in Eugene, Oregon. Your mother died in childbirth and your father was very abusive to you. At age 24, you graduated college and met a gal called Olivia. You guys got married and eventually had a daughter. But it took a dark path. Your wife and daughter were murdered horribly and the events that led to their death are unspeakable to me. Throughout your life you hunted down the people who made your life hell, and you made them pay. but sadly I cannot let you into heaven because two wrongs don't make a right. You should know that your daughter and your wife have made it there successfully."

Before I could speak I started to sink into a dark matter. Although I knew that I was dead, I felt like I was drowning...

I awoke on a black fog surrounding the ground, or what I assumed what was the ground. A small goblin looking like demond with a finger bone crown said in a high and raspy voice, "Mr. Bones, Have been awaiting you. You not need to say anything, Igor know all." he suddenly cackled. "I see you not scared. I want propose sometinng to you. How you like to make people suffer? I thinking I will make fun show for all . Course they will be charged a fee, but we will split 50/50, yes?"

Before I could respond he said, "Good, glad we agree. By the way, I read mind so you do not have to respond. "

"The name of fun show is Cruciatus ( a title well earned.) All materials be supplied for you for free. Your title be Mr Bones. Show starts with a week time. You write down what you need."

Two objects suddenly materialized into my hands and I smiled. Although his language was crude, I understood what he wanted.

"See you within a week, Igor. "

Igor started to mumble and do a weird dance with his eyes closed. Suddenly I found myself in a grey room with a blood red desk table and a wooden chair against the wall adjacent to me.

My eyes grew with excitement when I saw a refrigerator, of all things, with food and drink. It stood in the left corner about twenty feet away from the desk. A queen sized bed that had a bed frame the shade of midnight and matching sheets, blankets, and pillows stood in the left corner on my side.

Two mysterious doors were placed at the center of both walls to the right and the left of me. I walked to the black door on the left side of the room, opened it, and saw hell. I closed the door and walked to the grey door on the right. I stood in front of the door and realized that I hadn't looked at the two objects in my left hand. It was a black ballpoint pen and a composition notebook.

I turned back towards the table and set the pen and book down and headed back towards the grey door. I very slowly opened the door and screamed, "HOLY $#*% !" The bathroom was bigger than the grey room. Shower heads along the walls, a big Roman bath, and even a toilet! And I thought that hell was tormented without relief!

I quickly stripped and jumped into the bath. I felt like I was melting butter in the nice warm water. It smelled of roses and lemon. "This must be illegal in hell's rules," I thought to myself.

What seemed like minutes in three luxurious bath were hours. I finally got out of the tub and went to the shower to wash off. When I went back into my room, a closet had formed about 10 feet away from my bed.

As I approached the closet, I noticed a note affixed to the lower part of the door. It read, "Igor wants best for you but you keep quiet now. One wrong word screw tings. Some hell rags burn small. Less hurt, more fun! Some Earth sleep rag. Don't wear outside room."

I smiled. Inside there was a beautiful black silky two piece pajama set. When I held it in my hands, it it felt as soft as a handful of powdered sugar. I quickly put it on and jumped into bed. There was no bounce back as I sank into the mattress. It was as soft, I would assume, as a cloud. The silky sheets were as warm as personal heaters on a freezing day surrounding you. I shut my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Darkness. I knew where I was. I was locked in the closet. I hadn't eaten or drank in three days. My father finally let me out of the closet. A sudden pain across my face. My fathr punched me across the face and said, "Merry Christmas," and tossed me a full loaf of bread (half moldy) and a Nestle water bottle. I suddenly woke up with a jump and a cold sweat.

I got out of bed and walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and grabbed a Red Light beer. I opened it and chugged it. I gasped with a sigh of relief.

I closed the fridge door and walked to the desk. There lay two files. In one file was a man by the name of Cole Wilson, and the other was Samantha Roxie. Both were husband and wife, and the reason they were there was child abuse. I got a wicked smile across my face.

I sat down and opened up the composition notebook and took the pen to write what would happen to these poor souls. They would be locked in a dark room measuring six feet by six feet, standing on hundreds of keys that burn to the touch. Christmas music would be playing softly in the background.

They would be given the information that one key allows them to escape, but only one of them would be allowed out once they found the right one. They would get hungrier and thirstier by the second, and every move they made would make it worse. One single Christmas song would repeat over and over again, constantly increasing in volume. But the twist is that no key that can unlock the door.

I closed the book and hopped on to my bed. Suddenly, a TV screen appeared over the desk and turned on. I heard a familiar voice come through the speakers. It was Igor. He said, "Come, come, it's Cruciatus time! I'm host Igor. Today we have two curs. You tell names."

"Fmmph!" Before Cole could finish his sentence, his jaw snapped up, biting his tongue off. "MMMMHHH!" cried Cole.

"Ahh," said Igor, "welcome to show, Mr. Fmmph Mmmhhh. And you, Miss?"

In a panicked voice, Samantha replied, "Samantha Roxie." Igor responded, "Welcome to show, Slug Rot. Now you been named you be gamed. You be locked in room full of key. One key open door. One escape other stay room. Room very dark, good luck. START!"

A room morphed around them. The TV showed them struggling in the dark in pain, fighting each other for the keys with their mouths because their hands were covering their ears. "It's the most wonderful time of the year," blared the speakers. The music was making their ears bleed.

The TV suddenly shut off and I started to cackle like a wild man. The black door suddenly swung open. I looked down to see Igor smile crookedly . He suddenly said, "Fun, no?"

I said to Igor, "That was amazing." Igor did a little happy dance and said, "Igor have fun, too. Your profit." He gave me a brown satchel and a small trophy of a closet door one inch tall. I opened the satchel just a little bit to look at what was inside. it was a beautiful, blinding blue. I closed the satchel and put the trophy and the satchel onto the desk.

I turned back to see that Igor had dissapeared and the black door had closed. I disregarded it and went to the baths. I spent a long time in the bathroom, letting the hot water soothe my body. I left the bathroom smelling of lemons and roses again.

The TV had disappeared, and I hopped onto my bed to finally fall asleep. In my dream, I was at a park with my daughter and my wife. My wife smelled of roses and my daughter smelled of lemons. I awoke the next day with a smile crossed my face.