Before Shana was about to say something, the pastor barged in on coming from the flight of stairs.
"Are you ready to go inside," Pastor Michael asked, ambling up the stairs.
"Yeah, you ready?" Shana asked the same question.
Paula did not want to go back inside that so-called congregation room. She would go inside any other room, but not in that one. She decided to come up with an excuse.
"I have to go to the bathroom to do you know what," she lied.
"Oh Lord, don't even say it. We gone. See you inside whenever that is," Shana said, waving her hand.
"Haha, okay. See yah," Paula said. She strolled downstairs. When she reached the second floor, she noticed the 6 sisters down the hall. They all sauntered her way in a prideful manner. They all gave Paula a conceited expression like they were better than her. Paula could not stand it. That time Paula felt like saying something to them
"Where y'all coming from? Shana was looking all over for you guys, especially you, Trina," Paula asked, folding her arms with intent.
"Hey Paula, we were just preparing for our speech," Trina said.
"Speech? What kind of speech?" She asked.
"Our speech about faithful families," Trina informed.
"You mean a ritual?" Paula wanted to say. "Oh okay."
"Yeah we are just serving our King," Kara said.
"Can I ask you all something?" Paula said.
"Yeah sure sweetie," Trina said.
"Before I went in the congregation room, I overheard ya'll talking about a ritual. I wonder what's that about?" She asked curiously.
The women looked at each other with an astonished look on their faces. They could not believe what Paula just asked them. The sisters. The Holy Sisters are now exposed. They knew they had a lot of explaining to do because Paula is not giving up on her suspicions.
"You heard us?" Trina asked.
"Yeah, I did. Next time, if you wanna discuss something secretive, I recommend keeping the door closed," Trina advised.
"So we have a spy agent in the house," Trina said, sarcastically.
"I ain't no spy. I'm very observative," Paula said with a firm tone.
"I like this girl," Trina turned to her sisters.
"I don't care who likes me or not. I speak the truth. Now tell me about this ritual thing you all got going on that the church doesn't know about," she firmly asked.
"It's just a praise ritual we came up with, that's all. We wanted to bring it up to the pastors. We are worshiping our God in praise. We have a room where we do the praising rituals," Trina explained
"Aww. I didn't know that that explained the door being open and not shut," she thought.
"Would you like to see the praising room?" Trina asked.
"Sure."
When they all walked down the hall, Trina rotated the last doorknob at the end of the hall. When the door opened, the room that she thought was an actual room like the others was not a room. The door Trina opened was another hallway path. The hallway was much extensive than the other halls in the mansion. When they infiltrated into the hallway, she saw a dark-skinned big bald guy coming out of a room. He turned their way. He saw them all coming.
"Are you all ready?" He asked.
"Yes uncle Leo," they said.
Paula felt relieved that they told her the truth, although she had another discerning feeling she could not stand.
Everyone followed the bald guy down the hall path and stopped near the last room. He just stood there and ogled at every one of the women, including Paula. He ogled in a lecherous manner. "Why is he looking at us like that?" Paula thought. Paula could not stand it. She felt uncomfortable.
"Please everyone, you already know the position," he commanded.
Paula tried to think about what he meant. All of a sudden she started seeing the women disrobe themselves.
"WHAT IS THIS?" She shouted in disgust.

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The Holy Sisters
Mystery / ThrillerA Short tale of a strict religious family going wild. When one of the Holy Sisters discovers something disturbing taking place inside of one of their close church friend's mansion, they all become petrified.