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Joined: Apr 2009 Gender: Female  Posts: 3 Karma: 0 |  | Shadow on the church. « Thread Started on May 10, 2009, 10:34pm » | |
Every morning I walk the same road to get to school. It's a short walk and I enjoy it most days. However, about a week ago an elderly lady spooked me, see she was having troubles with a few grocery bags, so I went to help her. I asked if she needed help and when she answered me she said, "Oh, thank you dear I-" then her face drained of it's color and she said, "Never mind. Please go. I'm fine." I asked if she was sure and her response startled me. "I know you mean well, but, your presence is just unwanted here. Please. Go."
I wondered as I walked away if I had done something to upset her when all I offered was help with her bags. But I shrugged it off figuring that nothing could be done about it. Maybe it was just something that just needed to be ignored. But awhile after I noticed my walks had taken a rare haunting turn. I felt like I was being watched and every time I walked by that ladies house hair on my arms and on the back of my neck stood on end. Once again I shrugged it off.
But when I took a detour one morning not feeling up to the bad vibes I cut over a few streets and walked past a church thinking that maybe the good vibes would reach me being so close. I was wrong. I chilled feeling got worse and I shook a little, the watching feeling intensified and I got the feeling of dread wash over me, and then I felt sick. I looked around in the still dark morning trying to see what it was. That's when something pulled my eyes to the roof of the church.
I shadowy figure clung to the top of the cross, glaring down at me, though it had no eyes I could see, it felt like a glare. My heart kicked up into my throat or I would have screamed and backed up into the street. I didn't know what to do when I heard a honk of a horn and swung my head toward the bus that was waiting on the other street but when I looked back up to the top of the church, whatever stalked me, was gone. I haven't seen it since, however, I haven't gone out looking for it. I avoid the road at all cost now.
I didn't think I could get that feeling from a church. I always sought protection from them and what they stood for. But after that morning I've had my doubts about that one. I wonder what would happen if I would swallow my nerves and went back to the church, but then I shudder and shove that thought away. I never want to feel that kind of power again. I still feel the cold when I think about it and shake like a scared child.
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