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This is part of the book I'm writing. It's based on my life.
Erin walked around the church before the church service started, just as she often did on Sunday morning. There was a peace that came from a slow stroll through such a holy place, knowing that God was nearby all the while.
On this particular Sunday morning, Erin decided to sit in the theatre that was dark, and free of people and distractions. Erin opened the theatre doors and closed them quietly behind her so that no one would be alerted to her presence, she wanted to be alone. The sweetest, most profound times she met her Father were when she was completely alone.
Dear Heavenly Father, I come bother you to meet with you now. Would you come speak to me? she whispered in a barely audible tone. A soft cool breeze blew on her right ear and she knew He was listening.
I trust you, my Father, with my life, soul, and heart. Something begged her to stay silent. I trust you, my Father, with my life, soul, and heart. Erins heart pulsed with intense strain and she gasped. Erins vision went black and suddenly lit to a dark room that looked red in the darkness. There was a single incandescent above her head that barely lit the room enough to see anything. A horrible stench wrapped around Erins body and squeezed until she had little breath left. She looked around her, unable to tell where she was, the room was completely empty. She stood up and ran her fingers along the wall. Wet. She looked at her fingers to see a red residue on the tips of them. She smelt it, blood. There was a low husky scream behind her. She turned around to see a demonic looking dwarf, charging at her with an axe and an intent to kill.
Erin woke with a gasp, sweat beaded on her forehead. She sat up in bed. It was all a dream. This wasnt the first nightmare this week. Shed had one on Monday, one on Tuesday, one on Thursday, and now one on Saturday. The nightmares were becoming more frequent and greatly affecting her relationship with the Lord. Insomnia had gripped her for a month now, pulling the very life from her body.
Erin walked around the church before the church service started, just as she often did on Sunday morning. There was a peace that came from a slow stroll through such a holy place, knowing that God was nearby all the while.
On this particular Sunday morning, Erin decided to sit in the theatre that was dark, and free of people and distractions. Erin opened the theatre doors and closed them quietly behind her so that no one would be alerted to her presence, she wanted to be alone. The sweetest, most profound times she met her Father were when she was completely alone.
Dear Heavenly Father, I come bother you to meet with you now. Would you come speak to me? she whispered in a barely audible tone. A soft cool breeze blew on her right ear and she knew He was listening.
I trust you, my Father, with my life, soul, and heart. Something begged her to stay silent. I trust you, my Father, with my life, soul, and heart. Erins heart pulsed with intense strain and she gasped. Erins vision went black and suddenly lit to a dark room that looked red in the darkness. There was a single incandescent above her head that barely lit the room enough to see anything. A horrible stench wrapped around Erins body and squeezed until she had little breath left. She looked around her, unable to tell where she was, the room was completely empty. She stood up and ran her fingers along the wall. Wet. She looked at her fingers to see a red residue on the tips of them. She smelt it, blood. There was a low husky scream behind her. She turned around to see a demonic looking dwarf, charging at her with an axe and an intent to kill.
Erin woke with a gasp, sweat beaded on her forehead. She sat up in bed. It was all a dream. This wasnt the first nightmare this week. Shed had one on Monday, one on Tuesday, one on Thursday, and now one on Saturday. The nightmares were becoming more frequent and greatly affecting her relationship with the Lord. Insomnia had gripped her for a month now, pulling the very life from her body.
