I Was Part Of A Doomsday Cult With An Insane Preacher
“Tomorrow night, we go forth to God,” my mother says, smiling.
“Tomorrow night, we go forth to God,” my mother says, smiling.
My buddy dared me to do it. He dared me to stay in this creepy library overnight. All by myself.
I don’t go to church very often. But here I am, in this big Cathedral, praying for my safety.
I can feel the Thai I had for lunch coming up.
I’m scared. So scared.