This is a deeply personal topic for me, so please try and be kind and respectful of my feelings. A lot of this is hard for me to open up about to
others, but I could use some help.
My Mother died giving birth to me, and my Father, alone, raised my older Sister JoAnne and I here in Anderson, South Carolina. We've had a somewhat
hard life, and despite my Father never remarrying, he was a good man, a hard worker and could always make my Sister and I laugh.
He also had a knack for scaring us.
When we were younger, he'd sometimes do a little fire in the backyard for us, where we could cook marshmallows, hotdogs, even apples
. I have fond
memories of those times, but I wasn't particularly fond of this one scary story he would always tell us.
He always referred to it as the "Path to Hell", this place that actually exists on Earth. I remember once when I was older (teenage years) and less
scared of it (and I myself had become a bit into weird stuff too) had my friend Kyle over and I was trying to scare him with the story.
I recall the next morning at breakfast, we all sat around the table and my Father was being a lot quieter than usually (he loved the sound of his own
voice) when out of nowhere he just blurted out "It's not the 'Gateway' to Hell son, it's the 'Path'." My obvious response was "Huh?" He
didn't respond any further and it was a pretty awkward silence, especially for my friend Kyle, to say the least.
Apparently he had been eavesdropping on us and apparently I called it "Gateway" which I guess is wrong, I didn't really see the difference between
the words or why it was important to him until last year when he died of cancer.
We actually had a bit of a falling out, I dropped out of school and moved out when I was 16, we hadn't talked in years. My Sister stayed close with
him, but she had more patience than me. He picked up a bit a of a drinking problem and I couldn't stand being around anymore.
Only a few years ago when she called me and told me that he was sick did I come around again, trying to help out and make amends. Him and I were
cordial, but there was always a bit of tension. Anyways, on his death bed, and if you think my life is weird already, this gets a whole lot weirder,
his last words to me were something along the lines of:
"Son, those stories I used to tell you and your Sister..."
He got pretty out of it at this point, not sure if it was the meds, he lost his train of thought or maybe he was pondering whether to tell me or not,
not sure? He finally followed up:
"It's all real. The path is always there, but it's hidden and safe. That's not the problem, the gateway needs to be protected. There are men that
would love to have that information."
He said this with a completely straight face, no smirking, no storytelling tone like he used to use when we were kids.
For the past year I've had this floating around in my head, and only now am I saying anything about that day.
So, what do you guys think?
Is this just his wicked sense of humor, trying to scare me one last time like he used to, maybe as a way of bonding with me or is this something I
should look into more?
While I am easily scared sometimes, I'm not especially religious, so I'm not even sure if I believe in a Heaven or Hell to begin with. But, maybe he
was being symbolic, trying to give me a life lesson?
Thoughts? Is this an urban legend you guys have heard of before?