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NIGHTLIGHT: A Horror Fiction Podcast
"heavenly duty worship center" Discussed on NIGHTLIGHT: A Horror Fiction Podcast
"From the breakfast table sobbing leaving her grandparents perplexed. Jessica came to a room. A sullen look on her face. Karen felt horrible for her mother. If karen felt this bat and she tried to help that man the guilt must have been destroying. Jessica who ignored the warning. The sympathy for her mother dried up quickly though. See what you've done mom asked. Karen was more confused than ever. We can sometimes speak things into being. That's why it is of the utmost importance to keep our minds focused on god and positively like bishops sinclair says. I don't know what made you tell that story yesterday. But she trailed off perhaps realizing the insanity of her logic. If only four moment. I don't want you to blame yourself. It must have been darren's time. The lord works in mysterious ways. Got no better over the years as she and her mother grew further apart. The visions grew stronger. Clear as an adult. She had more control over her ability. Amir touch wouldn't trigger the visions not unless the premonition was so horrible learn. Defenses could not fend it off like now. She tried to call her mother. Got her voicemail. Today is the day that the lord is made. You have reached the voicemail of jessica manning. I'm unable to take your call right now. But if you karen clicked end resile the number and let it ring three times. Today is a day voicemail again. Damn it reggie hovered over her. She often found comfort in his presence. His bulky girth and fuzzy beard always reminded her of blue the bear from the jungle book. It was what she loved most about him but today there was no comfort to be found. He fumbled for words. Are you sure about what you saw. Her eyes narrowed and he dropped his gaze. They'd known each other long enough. Been through enough for him to know her visions were never wrong. She paced the length of the apartment unsure of what to do next. She'd learned long ago. The police weren't an option she'd be written off as a nut and if the shooting went down her advanced knowledge would propel her to the top of the suspect lists if she could just get a hold of her mother despite their differences. Jessica manning like reggie knew her daughters visions were always on point even if she hated admitting it mom would make sure bishops sinclair was out of harm's way she valued his life over her own. Probably even over mine. Karen thought bitterly. She shook it off and try. Mom's phone again. Today is no luck reggie do. You have a suit unfortunately. Why because if. I can't get my mom on the phone tonight. We have to figure out a way to save horsing clear. He nodded slowly. Okay again suit. Why you're going to be my date to the power and purpose conference. The next eighteen hours were a blur of brainstorming. Caffeine and anxiety. Karen kept touching the autograph bible unsure of what she hoped to see. There were no more visions freeing her of this burden as far as our extraordinary gifts were concerned. Poor sinclair would die before his congregation. If she did not act it was eight in the morning before she gave into the inevitable. Go home and change reggie by nine thirty. Reggie was wedged in the passenger seat of her toyota. Prius looking like a clown car passenger was the plan. I don't know exactly talked security. Try to use mom's name for leverage. Sounds like a long shot. Maybe not she turned onto northwest boulevard. It would bring them up on the tail end of the new heavenly duty building. It's early conference doesn't start until eleven. Maybe we can make them listen if they're not too concerned with the crowd yet. Maybe as the blocks in the building sailed past them. karen couldn't help but notice. How dead portside was this early. On a sunday all was still the only movement was the wind through the branches of trees planted in the sidewalk in a way. It was ominous as if she was already too late. And instead of having the death of horror sinclair on her conscience it was the demise of the world that she'd failed to thwart karen. You will get this right. you're here. There's no crowd you'll get to a garden. Everything will be alright as they crested. The last block of squat buildings the gray shell and regal blue dome of the heavenly duty worship center floated into view. It was modern architecture at. Its finest a ball giant among square trolls. The air conditioning units alone were the size of karen's apartment. This is going to work. She whispered then. They pass the heavenly duty worship center and got a look at the front plaza. Holy shit reggie twisted in his seat and karen filter heart sink as she eased her car. To a halt there were hundreds possibly thousands of worshippers crowding the plaza. Bustling and conversing raising their arms in praise of the lord. They were joyful and emotion. Karen could not share these people. This crowd would slow her down possibly prevent her from doing her job and somewhere among them was a killer who would not be deterred. Find a place to park she said. I'm going to wade through this. See if i can track down someone. Insecurity reggie glance toward the throngs of people. Are you sure about this. She tried to look sure. I'll be fine. He was wedged behind the wheel of the tiny car looking even more awkward than he did in the passenger seat. How will i find you. Karen hilda pursell. You've got the number. She rounded the car and sank into the growing crowd of parishioners who looked like modern day royalty in the morning light karen blended well her enthusiasm for dress. Up was only slightly better than reggie's but attendance here required a little more than casual attire. She donned her tan linen. Pantsuit with a white blouse beneath one of the outfits. She kept on reserve for special occasions. Preventing homicide wasn't on her list of possible affairs when she purchased it but good fashion was prepared for anything. Her outfit looks in general war on her mind because it was on the mind of people men. She passed to find security. She wasn't a mind reader not by a long shot. she supposed. Her ability fell into the impact category. But even that was more glamorous than the reality of it every woman knew when she was being ogled it was an instinct developed around the same time. The body began to mature making a young girl a target for the scrupulous and unscrupulous alike for karen. It was a million times worse with her talent. Every unwelcome pair of eyes felt like a feather light hand pawing her flesh. She was subconsciously aware of every part of her body being assessed as she passed. Even the subtlest voyeur. Her face is breath stomach hips but and more often than she cared to consider her feet. She didn't even own a pair of open toed shoes. She'd learned long ago when her abilities were in their infancy. That this type of visual molestation was the nature of man that reason she usually avoided crowds. Something else she learned long ago. It was rarely any better at church with her skin crawling. She forced her way through. Suppressing the urge to scream there were times in the past when she hadn't been so successful and outburst here could ruin her chances. Stay cool girl thirty yards ahead. She spotted what she was looking for. He was tall in life in a navy. Blue blazer with the heavenly duty crest on his sleeve a wire coiled out of his collartoo abud in his ear secret service style as she approached. She felt her mind slip into a prayer her first one in a long time. Please god let this work. The guard faced her and immediately began undressing her with his eyes. She ignored the discomfort and went into her spiel. Excuse me sir. She is the name tag on his left label. Dale he smiled. What can help you with miss. 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NIGHTLIGHT: A Horror Fiction Podcast
"heavenly duty worship center" Discussed on NIGHTLIGHT: A Horror Fiction Podcast
"Synthesizer music and a mass choir saying from her television speakers. It had to be your fiftieth time seeing the ad but it still entranced her. Just like the first karen. Un here her best friend. Reggie had a key to replace and no problem letting himself in. I'm coming into your bedroom. Don't be naked. He stuck his head in visibly relieved that she was indeed clothed and pajamas. His attention shifted to the screen. Is this it where karen pointed to the right of the screen as the video cut to a group of four three men one woman. That's her and blue. You look alike. She glared and turned up. The volume cumby enlightened at this four day celebration in conference at the grand opening of the new heavenly duty worship center. Horace sinclair invites you to change your life for now and forever bishop horace sinclair spiritual leader to thousands. Perhaps millions when you counted as television ministry. That's who the ad campaign was really for sinclair's power and purpose conference had been in the works for the last two years set to coincide with the grand opening of his new worship hall heavenly duty. It was a fifty million dollar mega church designed to hold a congregation of thirty thousand in the spiritual community. It was the biggest of big deals. All of the celebrities of gospel ministry and evangelism would be in attendance. Plus a crowd of eager worshippers could rival a super bowl audience including cairns enraptured mother. Her mom had been a loyal follower of the good bishop for most of karen's life from his original services in high school gyms to his first church in the suburbs of portside virginia. To now jessica. Manning was a servant to god i and horace sinclair second over the year. She established a place in the good bishops inner circle thus her prominent appearance in the power and purpose adds her access to church resources and the bishop himself had many of the other church members particularly the women dipping into the envy bucket of the seven deadly all despite having a daughter like karen. The ad ended with ticket and contact information. Though karen was willing to wager. There were no more tickets. It was long rumored the conference would sell out wasn't like there was much time left. It started tomorrow. She clicked the television off and turn to reggie will he asked. She raised an eyebrow. Well what are you going. Her gaze flitted to the two tickets wedged into the molding over her mere front row seats gift. For mom she shrugged. I think you should. He said i know what you think. It's easy for you to think that you didn't grow up with her. She searched for a word. Powerful enough to construe the years of degradation. She suffered at her mother's hands rants. She threw more scriptures in my face than those crazy apocalypse. Guys on the corners. Downtown things could be different now. I've seen bishop sinclair on. Tv and he focuses strongly on forgiveness. Maybe your mom has forgiven me. Her voice was hot venom. What exactly is she. Forgiving me four. Reggie he raised his hands. One palm out the other grasping a large padded manila envelope. It will never be said that reggie the wise does not know when to shut up. Karen angry at reggie for going where she didn't want to go but equally mad at herself for being angry at reggie hopped off the bed and disappeared into our walk in closet. It was easier to cool off when she couldn't see anyone when she couldn't feel the waves of emotion. Wafting off of them. She tugged the days. Close off hangers. What's that envelope you're holding. Don't know i grabbed your mail on the way up. Open it as she sifted through her denim. She heard the envelope rip. Then speak of the reggie caught himself and then finished. It's from your mom. She found him holding a leather bound. Bible and sheet of paper. Her note says god told me to send you this figures he cracked the bible's cover chuckled. What she asked. It's autographed by horace sinclair. The guy autographed bibles. The cynic in her nearly overloaded. Let me see. Reggie tossed it tour immediately. Took a turn for the worst. She felt the warmth immediately. The heat spread from her hands of her arms hit her chest and went supernova through the rest of her body. Reggie in her. Bedroom blinked away. There were people too many people. The aisles are choked. Some rush to the exits and others rushed the stage. There is already a crowd there though they huddle over someone she cannot see she can see. The blood drips over the edge of the stage. There's crying so much crying in the huddle. She sees her own face. Crows feet clutch the corners of her eyes and her mascara smeared. Karen doesn't wear makeup and she's yet to develop her first wrinkle. This is her mother's face horrified behind mom a banner of ten foot tall letters read power and purpose a sloppy bright red splatter fills the oh and power as if painted by child who hasn't yet learned to color inside the lines all becomes quiet the crowd at the stage including her mother turned to her and stare with pleading eyes she looks past them to what they conceal before a man with a ragged hole in his chest lies motionless gone from this world. Chorus sinclair the bible smack floor. Karen leapt backward banging her head against the closet door. She went lent in slid to her but her legs felt like cooked spaghetti and her breathing was ragged. Reggie knelt over her but did not touch not yet. What did you see. Someone's going to the images. Were still fresh in her mind. Still shocking ones going to kill horse and claire adrenaline flow through her. She sprang to her feet and sprinted around reggie in search of her cell had to call mom and her wake she heard reggie say why is it. Never the winning lotto numbers. The first time it happened she was eleven years old. They've been visiting her grandparents and in a small close knit community. Where most folks knew jessica manning and her precious little daughter. Karen it happens in the market when jessica bumped into an old friend from high school and began to chew the man's ear about her new church heavenly duty. Her is glossed over before he politely excused himself claiming a forgotten appointment. It was good to see you again. Jessica he shook moms hand then turned to karen you too little bear. He patted her head and she cringed not from the odd nickname but from the pictures flashing suddenly through her mind. She saw the man on a ladder trimming branches on a tree. An electrical line was tight rope through the foliage. He did not notice the wire until his trimmers into it and then it was too late. The man quickstep to the checkout line. Leaving jessica in his dust and karen nearly in tears. Mom he's in trouble. Mom's attention was on a leafy head of lettuce. You got that right. You can tell. He don't know jesus no. She told her mother which he instinctively knew to be the man's fate. If no one interceded on his behalf jessica manning her daughter out her expression unchanging. When karen was done jessica. Karen thought her mother would stop the man before he got away instead. She said i won't have you making up any more stories. No i'm not making it up. I saw it only. God can see the future little girl now. Stop this nonsense. karen panicked. She didn't want the man to get hurt and she also knew her mother said wasn't true she'd learned otherwise in sunday school. What about prophets. Mom they can her mother's palm cut off the words like a severed limb the slap echoed in aisles. Don't you ever try turn in the teachings of the lord to support lies. Do you hear me care and nodded through tears. The next day her grandpa. Tom delivered the news of darren. Tell fares electrocution while trimming branches off his sycamore.