Walking up to the church, I can’t deny the fear that seeps off of me. The darkness coming out of me, I quickly move all fear aside and it goes away.
“Hey,” Ezekiel takes my hand. “We’ll be fine,” He gives me a quick kiss before letting go, but that makes me just want to grab his hand again. Pushing the heavy doors of the church aside, we walk in, few heads turn but it still makes me uncomfortable. The alter is at the front of the church, where the preacher stands to talk to the congregation. Large white pillars stand, reaching up to the ceiling; long wooden benches are placed in perfect rows with people sitting comfortably in them, unaware of the lurking danger.
We take a seat in the back and just wait, listening in and then fading out. I look for their heads, the blond girl and the da
