[ WP ] You are at the Pearly Gates . You find out the only reason you get to go to Heaven is because a previously deceased loved one took your spot in Hell .

Light. Glorious light. Full, bright, shining light. 
 
 It was faint, but in the otherwise complete darkness of the tunnel, the light was as obvious as blood under a black-light. There were no memories of how I'd arrived in the tunnel, only the sound of my own thoughts slicing through the silence. 
 
 No memory, no urge, no Harry. Just me and my thoughts. 
 
 `` How'd you get here?'' Scratch that. Harry was here. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` Think, Dexter.'' 
 
 How *did* I get here? The last thing I remembered was the clown. Carl the clown, entertainment for all, life of the party, rapist and murderer of the children. Child, rather, but it would have been children. I had him, but he'd spotted me... Did he knock me out and leave me in here? 
 
 `` Carl.'' 
 
 `` A clown, Dexter?'' Harry did n't seem convinced. No way would I make such a big mistake, especially with such an easy target. 
 
 `` Let me think.'' I had him backed into a fence, he pulled out a gun, shot me twice. Where then, was I? 
 
 `` Well fuck me in both ears.'' Debra. 
 
 I turned around, but I could n't see her in the blackness. `` Deb?'' 
 
 My subconscious had n't used Debra before. 
 
 `` Dex, who did you in? I imagine it was someone pretty high up there.'' 
 
 `` A clown.'' Harry's voice cut in. 
 
 `` Where am I?'' I asked Deb. She had to have come up for a reason, some part of me understood where I was. 
 
 `` Purgatory, you dumb fuck.'' She said. 
 
 `` Dexter,'' Harry's voice again, `` you do n't seem surprised to see Debra. You seem to be accepting the idea that you're in purgatory rather well.'' 
 
 `` I've run out of shock.'' The situation felt so surreal. So... fake. 
 
 `` Well,'' Deb again, `` you have a choice to make Dex. you can go down into the darkness or up into the light.'' 
 
 `` Bit of an easy choice.'' I replied. I felt, more than saw, Deb frown. 
 
 Harry stepped forward. `` What she is n't telling you is that she went to the dark side for you Dexter. In doing it, she allowed you to have the choice of going to the light, if you want.'' 
 
 `` So Deb is that way?'' I pointed to the dark end. I felt Harry nod. `` That way it is.'' 
 
 Deb laughed and walked up to me, putting an arm around my shoulder. `` You would n't believe the stories Arthur Mitchell has.'' 
 
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 I woke up in a cold sweat on the floor of a log cabin. 
 
 What the Hell was that? My subconscious is telling me that Deb went down the dark path for me, but I continued down it anyway. Dead, because of me. 
 
 The sound of bulldozers and chainsaws came from outside, reminding me where I was. I looked down, two patches were on my stomach. So I was shot. Apparently I'd managed to stop the bleeding before I passed out. 
 
 Shit, how long ago was that? I stood up against the pain and reached under my bed. I pulled out the m99 syringe case and got back upright. 
 
 I had a clown to kill.
