Dark Secrets
You sit up quicky as your eyes dart around the room. You are seated in a hard, wooden, pew inside St. Mark's, an old Roman Catholic church. You must have dozed off during mass.
The church is dark except for the candles flickering toward the front. You look at your wristwatch: 12:21 a.m. You slept for a long time!
You get up and begin to exit the church. All that is heard is the clacking sound of your leather soled shoes on the stone floor echoing from the cavernous room. Something stops you in your tracks. The faint sound of a young girl screaming. It sounds as if it's coming from the front of the church!
The church is dark except for the candles flickering toward the front. You look at your wristwatch: 12:21 a.m. You slept for a long time!
You get up and begin to exit the church. All that is heard is the clacking sound of your leather soled shoes on the stone floor echoing from the cavernous room. Something stops you in your tracks. The faint sound of a young girl screaming. It sounds as if it's coming from the front of the church!