Got into town OK. I waited til Mum had gone to work, hung about for a bit, then headed for the bus stop. It was good not to have to get up early. It was about 12.00 by the time I got off the bus. I wandered through the High Street for a bit, but I didn't have much cash (Don't get my allowance til next Thursday), so I wandered over to the old church.
When I got there it looked a right state. (It was dark and I was drunk last time I saw it, you remember.) Hardly any of the glass in the windows remains unbroken. There's pigeon crap all over the walls. It's terrible really cos it could be a really nice old building if someone could afford to do it back up. (God - now I sound like my Mum.)
Well the door is all boarded and chained up, right, so there was no way I was getting in that way. Then I thought - how come, if I can't get in, they could? I had to think hard, cos I still only remember bits of my birthday. There's another door! A small one round the side! I strolled round to the side of the building, all casual like, and leant against the door like I was stopping for a rest. I watched the street, no one was looking. I bent down and did up my shoe lace, just for one last look. Then I opened the door a crack and slipped inside.
It smelled. Not as bad as the nextdoor neighbours house, but similar. Like they'd been there and left their odour but it had been diluted now they weren't there anymore. It was also damp and mouldy. Rain drizzled through the broken glass and fell over cracked and dusty pews. The ceiling had started to collapse and white plaster dust mixed with grey cobwebs and street dust, lying like dirty sheets over the alter and ailses.
I saw my own footprints behind me where I'd stepped away from the door. In front of me there was nothing but dust and the prints of what might have been a cat. I don't know how long the dust had been there but it must have been from more than a week ago. So where were the footprints of Julie and her family? Why hadn't they left any trace of thier visit? Weird, huh? The more I investigate the weirder it gets. There is something not normal about them. Why doesn't anyone else notice? What I need to do now is follow them on thier trip out tomorrow night, but my chances of escaping Mum's radar and like, zero man.
When I got there it looked a right state. (It was dark and I was drunk last time I saw it, you remember.) Hardly any of the glass in the windows remains unbroken. There's pigeon crap all over the walls. It's terrible really cos it could be a really nice old building if someone could afford to do it back up. (God - now I sound like my Mum.)
Well the door is all boarded and chained up, right, so there was no way I was getting in that way. Then I thought - how come, if I can't get in, they could? I had to think hard, cos I still only remember bits of my birthday. There's another door! A small one round the side! I strolled round to the side of the building, all casual like, and leant against the door like I was stopping for a rest. I watched the street, no one was looking. I bent down and did up my shoe lace, just for one last look. Then I opened the door a crack and slipped inside.
It smelled. Not as bad as the nextdoor neighbours house, but similar. Like they'd been there and left their odour but it had been diluted now they weren't there anymore. It was also damp and mouldy. Rain drizzled through the broken glass and fell over cracked and dusty pews. The ceiling had started to collapse and white plaster dust mixed with grey cobwebs and street dust, lying like dirty sheets over the alter and ailses.
I saw my own footprints behind me where I'd stepped away from the door. In front of me there was nothing but dust and the prints of what might have been a cat. I don't know how long the dust had been there but it must have been from more than a week ago. So where were the footprints of Julie and her family? Why hadn't they left any trace of thier visit? Weird, huh? The more I investigate the weirder it gets. There is something not normal about them. Why doesn't anyone else notice? What I need to do now is follow them on thier trip out tomorrow night, but my chances of escaping Mum's radar and like, zero man.
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