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Chapter I » Burnt Bibles

The music
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"Gabriel! Get the post!" Mother shouted from the kitchen.

I sighed and walked from the bookcase to the door. I didn't have any luck finding a book anyway.

I opened the wooden door but not before looking through the warped glass. I paused. There was a woman out in the front garden; leaning against the white picket fence. From what I could see, she wore a dark dress and adorned firey red hair; sadly hidden. I pushed open the door and again froze. Nobody was there? Only small birds sitting where I thought she sat; tweeting furiously at seemingly nothing. I shook my head, opened the letterbox and shuffled through all of the post like a pack of playing cards. Until I saw my name on one of them. I looked as if someone were there to see my transgressions. I slipped it into my pocket. I went in but paused, I looked behind me and saw a woman wearing black a thick black sun hat, with the only glimmer of light orange, although it wasn't the weather for such clothing. I turned back to the door and walked through.

I placed the rest of the post on the table and walked back to the bookshelf pondering the next book I were to indulge. God, to think me 20 and still living in my mothers house. All my friends were getting cars, and I had high school sweet hearts and I had mother and books. That's all.

I inhaled and called to my mother and claimed I'd be going out to collect the groceries.

I put on my coat and slipped out the door. As if the worst thing that could ever happen to me wasn't going to happen. I wandered down the dark path through the woods. Slowly nearing to the town. I'm pretty sure I just bought crap, I mean I wouldn't know especially now, I walked home; It felt like I was in the Woods forever. I neared the house but it didn't feel right.   The mist was a little thicker, and it was just a little more damp and dark. No I knew it wasn't right it wasn't just the air; it was everything. It was me. I wasn't right. I heard something in the back of my mind, no behind me. I ran. I didn't turn back for whatever the hell was in me. Not for no one.

I got in the house quickly slammed open the door and literally jumped inside. Then I saw a thing looming over the sofa. I don't know it resembled a man but its limbs and it's head was so deformed. It looks like it's anatomy was a humans but it was way too tall and way too disfigured to be one. I knew the rasp in my voice was audible but thinking back it was like the texture of sand paper; the texture of someone who is about to faint.

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My vision blurred into one another and a large wave of nausea struck me like a truck. I groaned and sat up, immediately regretting my decision. I was in some sort of cellar, dark and secluded. I scratched at the walls screaming for help but alas nobody came. Until I hit something soft.

I woke up out of a deluded daze and realized I had fallen down a flight of stairs, in the cellar of the church with a woman over the top of me. It was Sister Violet.

"Sister! Pastor, she is awake!" Violet called for the pastor who had probably stayed after hours considering the last thing I remember was him asking to put the boxes of wine back in the cellar because he had to go.

"Sister Violet?" I tried to sit up but was forced down by something. A pain in my abdomen.

Shards of green tinted glass had pierced my stomach and the crimson turned the wine a soft brown.

"Oh Lord." I laughed, probably from the shock, pushing my head down to gaze at my state, "oh lord, give me strength to live through the days! Me and my clumsiness."