I find myself in my parent's house
. I'm not sure what is happening but suddenly I hear chanting
. I look around and see others around me. The whole room is sort of blood red
colored. Then I realize this is some sort of dark ritual
, and I feel myself floating. I look down to see myself. I can vaguely make out the others who have also left their bodies, While their bodies are opaque
, their souls are semi-transparent
like mine is.
I've never been deeply religious, but I can feel that we are in league with the devil himself. What have we done here? I fight back and manage to get back to my body and say two prayers. One asking for forgiveness and another saying thanks for allowing me safe return.
Who are these people I'm with? I can't make out any of their faces. They don't truly worship the devil it seems, they only enjoy the rush it gives them. It is their drug. For what we have experienced is far better than any other sort of high.
If going to church were like this, God would have no problems converting people.