As the shadow took its final steps toward me, I looked up to its face like I never had done before. And it was then that I saw him, my father, standing there, looking at my limp body.

"Dad?" I shouted, hearing my voice echo off of the walls of the room. The face and body of my father quickly turned back into the blurred shadowy figure. I lowered my face again, unable to stare at the dark image. "There is no one here. Your dad is long gone," the figure spoke in all variations of voices. It raised up the scythe, ready to deliver the final blow, when I yelled with unfound courage, "What do you want from me?!" I was prepared to feel the impact of the scythe on my body, when I heard a soft whisper, "Repentance." And unexpectedly, the figure grabbed me by the ear, and spoke, "Ezekiel 18:32: For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Sovereign Lord. Repent and live!" Then, I finally understood. I knew exactly what I had to do.