I glanced up at the large crucifix that hung up on the wall, surrounded by fad De fake flowers and the dead prayers of the past. Took another shaky breath as stared own at the goblet on the altar. The sweet smell of wine seemed to emit from the object as I picked it up, cold metal stinging my flushed skin.
I slowly set the cup down and walked past the altar, my gaze now fixed at the giant crucifix hanging on the wall. It stared down at me, and I could hear the warning the cross was trying to lay u pony me. Hook my head and turned back around, facing the pews and Old metal dc situated at the back of the church. I could see the dust hanging in the air, suspended eek tiny trapeze artists from the ceiling, and the way the sunlight was colored from at remained of the stained glass. It made me shiver. The light was not warm, had hoped it would be. It was cold, and unrelenting.
A whistle of wind came in cough a broken window and stirred the fake flowers, the dust swirling off the petal ND settling on to the next available surface.I slowly started walking down to the pews, taking a seat three rows back. My hands along the cool wooden surface, dust collecting on my hands.
The, just was the color of the moon, grey, with specks of white. I blew it off of my hands d watched in awe as it floated it down, seemingly scared to touch the floor. I looked d n and saw a book of hymns laying in the pocket on the back of the pew, and picked it flipping wrought the pages curiously. There were parts of the book missing, as if SC one had tore them out hastily.
pony closer inspection, realized this was not a boo hymns, but a book of what looked like incantations, spells and diagrams. I dropped the book with a loud thank, and stood up, rushing to the aisle. I ran to the metal doors, looking back at the church briefly. I could feel the crucifix s on me as I tried to open the door, the doors apparently stuck. Slowly turned back mound to look at the large cross, heart beating like a jackhammer in my chest.