Church Mornings
Hello. I'm just kind of an average kid, with an average life, yet, I've never really felt that spark of excitement or nervousness as described in these pages. Until yesterday..
So a little backstory, every Sunday, me, my Dad, and some friends of his cook breakfast for our church. My job is to make bread for Communion and whatever else they need to be done.
I hate my job. Here's why:
About four years back we had these events at the church that were overnight (most happened on Easter). Anyways, so usually it's just a bunch of kids spending the night at the church and we go bowling. Well, that specific year, I remember the Pastor telling us about an organist. Now, this specific organist worked there for many, many years, I'm talking like 30-40. And she loved her organ.
Hell, sometimes he said she would come to the church and play it just to practice. So one night, the Pastor was working a semi-late night. He was sitting in his office filling out paperwork for some boss of his. He said as he was filling out papers, he started hearing small creaks in the organ pipes upstairs. He would occasionally hear footsteps right above him but that's not the weird part.
Later that night, he heard a really constant noise that startled him. It was the organ. He said he immediately sprang from his chair, bolted down the hallway, up the stairs, and burst through the door.
Anyways, back to my morning. So we usually show up about, 6:30, 7:00ish, and that particular morning I had finished the bread a little early. So, as usual, I went down the hall, up to the first floor (we cook in the basement kitchen) and started preparing Communion.
As I'm pouring the wine, I hear a faint knock. I thought, Nothing to be startled about, building is just old as hell. I continue on with my duties. And as I walk through the secretary's office to get to the sanctuary, I hear a couple more knocks. OK, maybe something just fell over, whatever. I get into the sanctuary, only to hear behind me an extremely faint grunt and an even louder knock than before.
Startled, I look behind me, only to find nothing but wine spilled on the floor. I think how pussyish that was. But as I walked back through the hall to the secretary, the door to the organ pipes was open.. Now I'm freaked out. I close the door, run back to get the bread, go back to the sanctuary, set it down and run back.
The door is open, again.
I close it again, I run into the secretary's office, lock the doors, and stay there. I started to feel a tingling on my neck. I turn around and see a short woman, about 2 feet in front of me, whispering:
"You don't belong here..."
I dash back, unlock the door, dash down the stairs, and play it off as I walk back to the kitchen.
Later that day, as we drive off, I look back and see that she's at the top floor, waving goodbye, as we slowly pull away...
Credited to An0n66
Originally uploaded on September 3, 2012
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