I was drawn in by the phenomenal architect of the centuries old cathedral. The town swarmed with rumors that the church had eyes, aware of all man’s secrets. I paid the fee to join the very first group to tour the house of worship once it was opened to the public.
The last person to enter, the metal doors slammed behind me. I turned to look, realizing there was no longer an exit, a wall now stood in its place. Entertainment of some sort, I assumed. Dust particles swarmed in the multicolored light as the sun beamed through the stained glass.
A bitter cold took over the room, I rubbed my arms to minimize the feeling. A gust of stale air passed by me, I could feel the presence of those once here, the harsh stare from above, a judgement cast down within these walls.
The people in front of me chattered loud unintelligible words, mimicking the buzz of a stinging bee. I smacked the back of my neck, tickled from what felt like heavy breathing against my bare skin, I pivoted slightly to find an empty space.
I returned to a forward facing position. The other guests trapped me in a perfectly formed circle, their faces melted into long, pale, ghostly images. Their jabber no longer foreign as each called out my every sin, taunting me with the acts.
A deep, sinister laugh carried my attention to the ceiling. A wrinkled and ancient priest hovered above, reciting a right of passage, the floor crumbled and burst open, swallowing me up into a pit of fire.
“An eternity awaits you, my brother.” A two-horned creature grasped my shoulder.
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