Chapter 19


    "As you can see behind me, Sunday mornings are all the rage here in this lively Protestant church of


    98 men, women, boys and girls! Pastor Junto Bena, who has pastored here for exactly 22 years, is the


    backbone of not only this very church, but also of thismunity in which he and the other


    parishioners inhabit!


    Look around you; this is the joyous celebration of worship that these good people indulge in! Children


    in the choir pping and singing. Instruments being yed by even the elders of the church! Soon,


    there will be a baptism of a little girl here this morning, something that even I have yet to witness in my


    life!


    Yes, the heavens even shine down on this very church today. Look outside at the glowing sunlight


    that...that...I can''t do this anymore!" Ss gritted his teeth at Reba who was steadily holding her


    microphone up to the man''s mouth.


    "What''s the matter?" Reba said aloud amidst all the noise of the choir and instruments in the


    church.


    "I can''t even hear myself think, let alone speak!" Ss griped. "How did I let that man talk me into this?"


    Smiling, Reba patted Ss on the shoulder saying, "Don''t worry, it''ll only be two more hours!"


    Ss dropped his shoulders. "We didn''te all the way from Scond just to take part in a church


    service! I need a drink!"


    Ss and Pastor Bena for a moment connected eyes. Ss immediately waved and smiled at the man


    before turning back to Reba and Robbie.


    "Two more hours, huh," he haplessly snickered. "Can I at least have one smoke?"


    Reba just pinched Ss'' right arm before motioning to Robbie to continue filming the joyous service.


    "They''re good people," she whispered in his ear.


    "I wish they were good to me." Ss kept his ingratiating smile glued to his blushing face.


    The children''s choir on the stage was singing ''A Mighty Fortress is our God.'' They were all dressed in


    white tunics with red cors along with the pastor who was steadily leading a little girl up the steps that


    ended at a small pool. The congregation was still singing as the child shuddered while keeping her


    eyes on the three foot deep, clear water in the pool. To her, it might as well have been as bottomless as


    the sea.


    The entire church was bathed in a coating of fresh white paint from corner to corner. On the four walls


    was only a portrait of Jesus looking upwards while a medium sized cross clear on the other side of the


    room hung next to a window where the sunshine sted its way right inside. The song that the choir


    was joyfully singing was drawing to a close. The pastor, with the child standing in front of him, patiently


    waited until the very end before he began speaking. Robbie pointed his camera at the pastor while


    Reba made sure to keep her microphone positioned to where she could gather every word that was


    coming from the man''s mouth. Meanwhile, Ss managed to sneak himself to a nearby, shadowy


    corner, away from the event that took years off of his life.


    "Today, we give dis child over to de Lord, dat her life may be washed anew in de holy water of


    baptism!" Bena announced to the attentive crowd before him.


    The children in the pews beside the pool all sat and watched in bated anticipation. Some snickered and


    giggled at the girl who was about to be doused. There were adults in the audience who were sobbing,


    praying or simply watching as the pastor slowly turned the little girl around to face the still, pool water.


    The girl, who couldn''t have been no more than nine or ten years old, stood before the shimmering pool


    with jittery eyes just wondering how deep the pastor would dip her and how long he would have her


    under. As many times as she had been swimming with her family and friends at the beach, for some


    odd reason standing at the baptismal pool seemed to cause her to forget how to hold her breath


    underwater all of the sudden.


    "Good morning, dear friends!" A young looking, auburn-eyed Arthur boisterously exploded through the


    double doors of the church.


    Everyone, including Ss and his camera crew, all stopped what they were doing at that moment in


    stunned awe.


    Arthur was wearing a pristine white undershirt and matching white pants with sandals. The scraggly,


    grey haired old man that had been wandering about for the past few months had all but be a


    memory. His head waspletely bald with only a ck goatee being the only hair present. His


    muscles behind the sweaty undershirt he wore bulged making them appear as if he had just left a gym


    after two long hours.


    The man strolled down the aisle with a courteous grin stered all over his face. From pew after pew


    he studied each and every parishioner until he eventually made his way to the very front. Even the


    camera crew didn''t know exactly what to make of him. All three just stood and watched Arthur present


    himself as though he were a remarkable guest.


    "I see all are here today to praise Jesus." Arthur smiled ever so graciously. "Even de little ones are


    here." He then pointed behind him. "I too, at one time praised your God. But dat was a long time ago."


    "Sir, we are here giving a baptism." Pastor Bena came down from off the altar.


    Appearing surprised, Arthur turned to the pastor. "I am so very sorry for interrupting your ritual. I just


    came to give a testimony dis day. If you will take a moment to indulge me, den I shall be on my way."


    The pastor nced over at the camera crew who was steadily filming away before looking back at


    Arthur once again.


    ncing at the congregation, Arthur stated, "You see, someting was taken away from me some time


    ago. I was a fallen sinner in my ways. My god punished me for my sins, and I suffered greatly. But


    now...now my god has given back to me what was once mine. He has given me a new life."


    "No...no, dis man is evil!" An old woman struggled to get up from out of her seat. "I have seen him


    before!"


    The pastor motioned for someone in the congregation to quiet her down before Arthur resumed his


    speech.


    "I am far from it, my friend! In fact, I am about as far from what you tink as humanly possible. I will


    admit dat I have done wrong in my time. But den again, who hasn''t?" He shrugged as he began to stroll


    about the sanctuary.


    "I see him before!" The olddy continued to rant.


    Arthur stood and observed the woman before walking to the center of the sanctuary where the woman


    was fighting in her pew. He then scooted past one person after another on his way towards thedy.


    Once he was right next to her he pressed his right palm against her forehead and whispered into her


    face, "You shall be at peace with me, my love."


    The woman''s eyes opened as wide as they could before she slumped down into her seat and remained


    perfectly quiet in a trance-like state.


    Arthur then came from out of the pew and began back down the aisle once more. "Dere was once a


    song dat I enjoyed some time ago." ''I''m not scared of dying, and I don''t really care. If its peace you find


    in dying den let de time be near.'' "My mother, my father, my brother and sister have all been taken from


    me. But I...I shall go on and on because I believe. And when I do eventually leave dis world, may I not


    scream when I die."


    "Well...dat is a very good testimony, my son." Bena cautiously approached Arthur. "We are very d to


    Christ Jesus dat you are saved. Have you been baptized yet?"


    Arthur looked down at the small man and simply grinned before stepping past him on his way towards


    a closed door where the three person camera crew was standing in front of steadily catching the man


    on film.


    Ss stood in wonder at Arthur who was possibly the most fascinating thing he hadid eyes on ever


    since arriving on the ind.


    Arthur paused for a second and shined his teeth into the camera before opening the door, going into


    the room and shutting the door right behind him. Everyone, rather than going back to what they were


    doing before, all stood or sat in quiet astonishment at what had taken ce. Even Ss, who for once


    didn''t seem to have a word to utter, just stared oddly at his friends with his mouth hanging wide open.


    "What...what do you think thedy meant when she said that she''s seen him before?" Robbie


    whispered while putting his camera down.


    Ss just shook his head and said, "Who knows? But whoever he is, he just—


    But, something began to ur. Without any sort of warning whatsoever, a groaning noise from the


    other end of the door shot out. At first it sounded as if Arthur were in pain. He could be heard pounding


    on the walls and writhing about.


    "Maybe we should see if he''s alright." Reba stuttered.


    But Ss just kept her in ce before taking her microphone and shoving it against the door in the


    hopes of getting as much sound as possible.


    "Perhaps we should call de police." One of the men in the congregation approached the pastor.


    "Yes...yes, do that." Bena''s voice faltered.


    At once, the man raced out of the church, but that was when Arthur''s groaning came to an end, and


    another sound erupted. The new sound no longer resembled that of a man in agony, but an animal


    squealing before the squeals turned into growling.


    At that very instant, Ss, with his microphone trembling in his hand, began to slowly back away from


    the door. "Tell me there was a dog already in there." His voice stammered.


    Everyone else inside the church all began to stand up. The pastor managed to corral all of the children


    off the stage before standing directly in front of them.


    "Let us leave!" Someone from within the congregation desperately shouted.


    But everyone remained and listened as something from the other end of the door began trampling


    about, sounding as if it bore the same mass as an elephant.


    The thing snarled and growled about in the room before approaching the door and sniffing. "What in the


    hell is that?" Reba breathlessly whispered. "C''mon, you two, before it gets out of there!"


    "No, no, just wait!" Ss urged.


    "Wait for what, man?" Robbie continued to scoot back. "It sounds like a nightmare!"


    "Leave now, children!" Bena implored while shoving the kids towards the front doors.


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    Right then, nothing but fur exploded through the door. Ss couldn''t even move, he just stood in


    absolute fear as the beast rampaged towards him before using its powerful jaws to bite into and tear


    out his neck. Everyone else inside burst out into screams of horror as they all scattered to and fro in an


    effort to get out of the church. Reba and Robbie tried in earnest to melt in with the rest of the crowd,


    only to be trampled in the melee. The beast managed to grab a hold of Reba and toss her clear to


    the other end of the church, while Robbie was wed to bits and pieces.


    It was such a furious outburst of fear, hollering and violence that just trying to move was nearly


    impossible. The more people that were gathered at the doorway trying to escape was all the more the


    demon managed to destroy. Whether it was men, women or even children, if it was able to get a hold of


    them, the beast had its way.


    Still seated in her pew, with her eyes stuck wide open, was the old woman. She watched silently


    everything unfurl right before her eyes, and not once did she even scream or blink.