Before I tell you this story, you have to understand a few things about my church. Let's start with my church's floor plan. First, there are two floors: the downstairs used to be a bar, and has an open floor plan you'd expect of such a place. It has two entrances, one can be unlocked from outside, the other must be unlocked from within. The second floor, only reached from the outdoors, used to be a small apartment and includes a bathroom, kitchen, and three rooms we use for Sunday school. It's a warm place you might enjoy holing up in if you're without a home, and you happen to find the door unlocked.
It is also useful for you to know that some people attend my church who are homeless, and homeless for diverse reasons. It has been a matter of course, though somewhat unnerving for me, to leave the Sunday school rooms after Bible Quizzing practice of a winter evening, and find the luggage and detritus of a homeless person, though only once did an owner thereof accompany his few belongings. (It was -20*F with the wind chill, and I fussed at him to go to the shelter to find safety. It briefly occurred to me that it would be nice if he could inhabit the Sunday school rooms, but the plan died right away: way too complicated.)
That one rather simple incident with all its implications made me forever-after hesitant to arrive to Quizzing practice alone. The very next week, though, found me arriving alone, at 6:50 pm. We were going to celebrate our first victory with ice cream that night, so I unlocked the downstairs, which includes the kitchen, though we usually have practice upstairs. I went to unlock the other door, but found it already unlocked. I paused, knowing that I might not be alone in the building. I checked the bathrooms and storage room, turned on more lights, and began to feel that I was alone. But, ah, I had left the Quizzing lights upstairs. Outside, I tried the door handle to the upstairs, and found it already unlocked. Again, a bad sign, what was it with our lackadaisical security? Most of us live in the city, and know that you lock your doors. And if not your own, surely the empty church building's doors!
I turned on the light, fairly certain that I would meet with some desperate person - whether in or out of their right mind was the question. "Hello?" I called.
At the top of the stairs, I opened the door, and saw no lights except for the TV, which displayed only static. "Hellooooo?" I called again, but was arrested at the faint sound of children's voices singing. A kid's worship CD was playing. What the hell was going on here?
Chairs had been strewn about the room, and the other doors in the room were closed. Everything was wrong with this picture. I was suddenly and overwhelmingly certain that this was the scene of a grisly murder, and that if I were to open the door one inch more, it would be caught on a corpse lying just beyond my line of vision. The killer was probably still in the room.
I went downstairs, to the sanctuary, telling myself I could wait until another adult arrived to survey the room. Then I heard it, just above my head, footsteps treading right where I had been not a moment ago. So this is how I die, I thought. I went out to the porch to confront the stranger and warn off the quizzers. I knew I couldn't run away, because the quizzers would be arriving any minute, possibly to encounter a dangerous person. I also knew I couldn't call the police. In the worst case scenario, they might use excessive force; in the best case scenario, they would have far too many questions. I decided to call Pastor Josef. Someone should know how I died.
"Hello, Carolyn!"
"Hi, Pastor Josef, how are you?"
"I'm good! How are you?"
"Well... I'm not great..." I quickly explained how I had found the doors unlocked, and the creepiness of the upstairs, and most importantly, that there was still someone up there, and I didn't feel safe.
"Do you want me to come over to the church?" he asked.
"No," I said, "I'm sure someone will get here soon." Whatever was going to happen would be finished long before he could arrive. Right then, the door from the Sunday school rooms opened, and Pastor Josef heard a desperate scream come from the other end of his phone - this was the end, surely!
"Are you okay? Carolyn? Who's there?"
"Pastor, I'm fine. I'm... I'm just fine," I was shaking as I tried to explain, "I am so sorry to scare you... I'm fine. But I am going to have to kill the quiz team. I know it's been a lot of work getting a team together. But I am just going to have to kill them. At least, Tyler and Isaiah. Sorry, Pastor. But I'm going to kill them."
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Tyler and Isaiah had been dropped off early, and a dad with a church key had let them in to the upstairs, and gone his merry way, incorrectly assuming that they would use the time to study the Holy Word of God. And maybe Tyler and Isaiah thought they would do that, too. Until, after 33 seconds, one of them slowly closed his scripture, and said to the other, "Wouldn't it be funny if ..."
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