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Church AgendaThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jason Haugh | |
| Friday, 23 May 2008 | |
 He was watching me. Staring. The moment I had entered the church the reverend hadn't taken his eyes off me. As I found a seat I lifted my head to the ceramic Jesus to escape his gaze but the man in black stepped back into my view blocking my savior. Sweat was rushing out my body as I nervously twitched and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. He began the sermon shouting out about sins and the susceptibility of man. As he preached about our sinful existence his eyes would narrow and for a moment during a hymn I could've sworn that he had made a pointing gesture in my direction mouthing the words, ‘I'm gonna get you."
Paranoia slammed into me knocking my body against the old man to my left. After a brief apology I turned back to the main event catching a quick sneer from God's servant. I couldn't take it anymore I had to leave. Getting up I shuffled through the pew only to be blocked near the end by a plump woman who smelled of throat lozenges and bad medicine. Looking around in a nervous panic I saw all the bodies in the room standing up and begin surging forward into a line for the purpose of devouring their savior and drinking his blood like ravenous animals. There was no escape now. The narrow hall was clogged with bodies crushing any hope I may have had for a clean getaway. Hanging my head low I bitterly accepted my fate and trudged up to the nailed Jesus who hovered over the man that was STILL staring at me. Even as he put Jesus into other people's mouths. His resolve was unwavering.
It seemed to take a year as the line slowly moved forward. Every step taken added an extra beat to my heart that eventually sent it into irregular spasms. Complacent faces surrounded me. It would seem that none of these people were aware that something sinister was going on with their priest. As I unconsciously kept the pace distracted with my observations I soon found myself face to face with the man who had haunted me for the past twenty minutes. "This is the body of Christ." He said placing a wafer in my hand. "Amen." I replied inserting a portion of Jesus into my mouth. I began to step aside when the man suddenly grabbed my wrist causing me to recoil. "I'm gonna get you." He whispered harshly narrowing his eyes.
That was it. Throwing my hands in the air I released a scream that bounced off the walls penetrating the entire congregation's ears. Ripping my arm out of the priest's grasp I turned around shoving the bodies behind me making a middle aged house wife crash to the ground with a thud as her daughter cried for her mother's humiliation. Without thought I sent countless people into the pews as frail hand unsuccessfully tried to restrain me. "Stop him!" A man said. "Get him!" Another chimed. "He's on drugs!" A woman accused pointing at me with a judgmental finger. Finally after plowing through the young and elderly with excessive force I crashed through the doors and raced to my car breathing in heavily the air of freedom. As I approached my vehicle I saw a black card with a gold cross embedded on the cover. Violently shaking I grabbed the card parting it like a modern day Moses. I felt the stinging slap of the words as they leapt off the page and came in contact with my face. "I'm gonna get you." The End. Copyright 2008 Jason Haugh |
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