Run

Let's spend life slow together..

Walking the night with my head hanging low, it drizzled rain. There was no light amongst me, not even the moon to guide me through the quiet streets of New Orleans. I tightened my grip upon the handle of my umbrella as my heels sounded against the broken up sidewalk. Feeling an intense weight resting upon my shoulders as well as an uncomfortable feeling of warmth surrounding my heart, I tried my best to place my thoughts else where but I couldn't.

With a strong force overpowering my body, my feet continued to guide my being no matter how much I tried to gain control over myself. As a thick feeling of paranoia clouded heavy in the air, my breathing became uneasy. So uneasy that it felt like I was inching closer and closer to losing my breath.

As the rain began to come down hard, I couldn't help but hear the friction between the heavy rain against everything it hit, including my umbrella. So heavy that it sounded as if it was hailing out.

As the ear piercing rain continued to sound intensively, the force that had control over me continued to yank my body forward. It's as if I felt a hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me as another set pulled at my ankles. My heart beat rapidly and I began hearing it louder through my ears and with that, my hearing defened. I could only hear my heart beat.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer to myself as I continued to be pulled forward. Once I finished my prayer, the sound of heavy rain pierced my ears which helped me gain a bit of relief. I opened my eyes and not long after, a bolt of lightening lit up my path and I couldn't help but notice a familiar church in front of me. Once the darkness fell, a clap of thunder sounded as I began to become even more terrified once I let me being forced towards an empty church settled in.

Coming closer within the church entrance, I forcefully took my hold away from the handle of the umbrella. Letting it fall to the ground, I grabbed hold of the hand that felt as if was squeezing my left wrist but I felt nothing. Making the hair on the back of my neck stand erect because although I felt it, I didn't feel a thing there and just as I was going to attempt to grab the railing along the walk way towards the entrance, my once free hand was grabbed.

Canal Street Baptist Church
4302 Canal St, New Orleans, LA

12:00 midnight...

Forcing me to open the doors of the candle lit church, I was pushed inside with so much force that I fell to the ground. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I winced in pain as the push caused me to fall the wrong way and with that, I knew that I could've possibly sprained my ankle due to the heels I had on. Gazing down at myself, I furrowed my eyebrows at my attire. Dressed in a dark dress, a million questions began to flood my mind and with that, I took my attention away from what I had on and gazed ahead of me.

Squinting my eyes, there was an open casket surrounded by candles ahead of me which caused an even more uneasy feeling to wash over me. The entire setting was terrifying and I wanted out. Taking a deep breath, I slowly stood to my feet and turned around. Attempting to open the church doors, it felt as if they were bolted shut.

Biting my lip, I closed my eyes as I put a halt to what I was trying to do as far as getting out of this church. A clap of thunder sounded and with that, I couldn't help but hear the hail storm take place. Hitting so hard that it sounded as if the roof of the church was threatening to cave in.