Heaven

"It was going to be a great night. Paul had been invited to a club, or had heard it from a friend, anyway. His friends were in the car with him, driving to the downtown destination of their choice, the nightclub Heaven. It was all the rage, people were talking about it everywhere, and everyone wanted to get in.

Peter cranked down the volume on his reggae music and addressed the car from the driver's seat. 'Finally, huh? It's the big night. It's finally happening!' John, Michael, and Paul, also in the car, laughed uncomfortably. It was kind of a big deal. John leaned over from the back seat and screamed, 'We're getting into heaven!' The car laughed, and they drove on towards the city.

Paul looked out the window, his collared shirt reflecting back at him in the sedan glass. Greasy hair, cologne, he couldn't be too prepared. It was like life didn't matter anymore. Like the man said, we're getting into heaven. Ha. The city night zipped by him as he reminisced about his life before that moment.

'There it is guys.' Peter announced once more as they finally took in the godlike nightclub awaiting them. Lined with immaculate lighting, floodlights surrounding the area, and a large, glowing sign spelling out the word Heaven in shining golden letters.

Peter found a spot in the back of the parking lot, barely available in the mass of cars. They parked, and exchanged murmurs of appreciation, promises of a great performance in the club, and nervously got themselves together to approach the doors. Heaven held no exceptions to taste. The four men approached the front of the club, and sure enough, large, ornate doors resembling a golden gate awaited them. 'Peter, let us in!' Michael laughed, and his friends grimaced and chuckled, nervous about their behavior in front of the bouncer at the gates. The bouncer addressed them...

'ID, please.' The stern, thick-necked bouncer demanded from them. They all showed their cards, were patted down, and then waved with a security wand. 'This way,' the bouncer ushered, and they entered the lavish nightclub, exchanging glances of nervousness and awe.

The four men were never heard from again. Crime reports indicated bloody clothes found in their car, and unidentified body parts being found in a lake nearby. No one knew what had happened, but reports mentioned a lack of welcomeness in the elite club.

Nearby, a note was found scrawled in shaky words.

'It is the blood that makes atonement for one’s life. Leviticus 17:11.'"