Nights at the Pump - Preface

Preface

The Church of Spiritual Holiness and Mystic Missions was housed in the big house that sat kitty cornered from our gathering place at the neighborhood pump. Each night in the summer we would gather there to play, freeze, kick the can or just plot our next adventure.

If we made it on Sunday night, which was unusual for me, we would often consider what was going on in the big blue house across the way. The sounds that emanated from the building were not the sounds of organ or piano but guttural sounds like chanting and moaning. We were sure there was something going on in there that was not of this world and we were determined to find out what it was. What we didn't know was that they were as interested in us as we were in them and that what we would do would put us on a collision course with them that would change the neighborhood forever.

This week’s blog will recall those events and what happened to Arianne.

To be continued....

©Herb Ratliff, October 22, 2012, All Rights Reserved