32 ONE SUNDAY MORNING  

jasonabadboy4u 30M
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6/5/2006 11:48 pm

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32 ONE SUNDAY MORNING

32 ONE SUNDAY MORNING
IDA always went to the seven o'clock Sunday morning service
at her church. Usually she heard the clanging of the church
bells while she was eating breakfast. But this morning she
heard them while she was still in bed. "That means I'm
late," she thought. IDA jumped out of bed, quickly dressed
and left without eating or looking at the clock. It was
still dark outside, but it usually was dark at this time of
year. IDA was the only one on the street. The only sounds
she heard were the clatter of her shoes on the
pavement. "Everybody must already be in church," she
thought. IDA took a short cut through the cemetery, then
she quietly slipped into the church and found a seat. The
service had already begun. When she caught her breath, IDA
looked around. The church was filled with people she had
never seen before. But the woman next to her did look
familiar. "But she's dead! She died a month ago." Suddenly
IDA felt uneasy. She looked around again. As her eyes began
to adjust to the dim light, IDA saw some skeletons in suits
and dresses. "This is a service for the dead," IDA
thought. "Everybody here is dead except me." IDA noticed
that some of them were staring at her. They looked angry,
as if she had no business there. Josephine Kerr leaned
toward her and whispered, "Leave right after the
benediction, if you care for your life." When the service
came to an end, the minister gave his blessing. "The Lord
bless you and keep you," he said. "The Lord make his face
to shine upon you . . . " IDA grabbed her coat and quickly
walked toward the door. When she heard footsteps behind
her, she glanced back. Several of the dead were coming
toward her. Others were getting up to join them. "The Lord
lift up his countenance to you . . . " the minister went
on. IDA was so frightened she began to run. Out the door
she ran, with a pack of shrieking ghosts at her heels. "Get
out!" one of them screamed. Another shouted, "You don't
belong here!" and ripped her coat away. As IDA ran through
the cemetery, a third grabbed the hat from her head. "Don't
come back!" it screamed, and shook its arm at her. By the
time IDA reached the street, the sun was rising, and the
dead had disappeared. "Did this really happened?" IDA asked
herself, "or have I been dreaming?" That afternoon one of
IDA's friends brought over her coat and hat, or what was
left of them. They had been found in the cemetery, torn to
shreds.


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