The Empty Church

       The thunder growled at me accompanied by the flash of lightening as I ran on the soaked dirt road being pounded by the ice cold rain. The wind howled as I kept on running looking for shelter, the water bounced of the ground and into my eyes and with the thick fog I could barely see my hands in front of my face. I headed for the trees hoping they'd offer some shelter but I received none, I dodged round each tree still running at full pelt until my foot struck the root of a large tree and I crashed to the leave covered ground. I raised my now muddy head off the ground and saw a slab of stone sticking out the ground about an inch from my red nose that I could barely feel. As I stumbled forward I found more of these stones and realised I was in a grave yard, I finally came across the stone church and I threw open the wooden doors. They screamed as they were opened for the first time in years and crashed against the walls on either side creating a loud crash which echoed through the pitch black hall.

       Slowly I stepped in looking left and right cautiously and innocently I called out "Hello. Is anyone there?" and with no reply I carried on walking forwards. Again I called out warily "Hello. Anyone Here?" and still no reply. I walked to the pulpit slowly and saw a picture of a elderly man giving out a service on the small table holding a candle and the holy bible. I turned around and noticed a candle was alight by the doors of the church which were suddenly closed. I stared in fear knowing I never shut those doors or lit the candle and if the wind shut those doors I would have heard them close. "Hello, I mean no harm I'm just seeking some shelter." I called out to no reply. I walked to the centre of the church now terrified. I breathed heavily not knowing who, or what, was in the church with me. The fear overwhelmed me and I headed for the door despite the storm. I rapidly seized the door handle and pulled with all my strength, but the door didn't open, I tried again multiple times throwing my body back. I was locked in.
       I stepped away from the door at the point of tears and to my left I heard a glass smash. The sound echoed through the abandoned church emitting fear. I reluctantly turned my head to the source of the noise and as if my body was being possessed I walked over to a small cupboard filled with old bibles covered in dust and cobwebs, some mouldy loaves of bread and wine. I looked down to see the floor covered in glass and a red liquid. The pungent smell of alcohol filled my nostrils as I crouched to the floor I lay my frozen white fingers into the warm thick liquid, I new this wasn't wine. A cold bony hand wrapped around my mouth and...