I can’t write A Felicia Mead Story
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felicia1 Horror writer from Los Angeles, CA.
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A book writer looking for a spiritual leader. gets involved with the congregation but finds out , it’s not what she thought it would be...,,

I can’t write A Felicia Mead Story

One morning I woke up. I decided that I wanted to go to the new church around the corner.... I read some great things about it when I received a brochure on my door ..

When I got there.... It was beautiful, freshly painted and newly remodeled.... There was a wonderful welcoming team that greets you at the church doors,  with their warm smiles.

When I went inside the church , I founded it to be amazing.. so, I joined and became a member...

After a few weeks of being there .....I found this place to be lit the music was slamming and jamming.

Until one day something unusual happened .....I walk by a room, I barely looked in I noticed there were a few church members sitting around outside .....

I started to feel uncomfortable...But something in me made me stay .....

I looked on the ground, there was 6 snakes on the ground. Sliding around.... The leader of the church picked up one of the snakes...

He squeezed the snake, killing it for its blood... he began pouring the snakes blood in the church members mouths......

He told each member, they will have power like Him a god.. drink Drink , drink my children...,

The leader eyes changes colors to black, he say to them : I am power....

I notice one of the members eyes changing .. I heard him saying: I see you My lord....

A change has come over the LEADER He tells his members He is the dark Lord The god of the underworld ..

I got scared I’ve never seen anything like this b4 in my life.. I quietly got myself out of there, without being noticed.....

I told my husband as soon as I got home and he told me to never go back to that place again....

I left that church.... a few weeks later , I start writing again .... but for some reason I can’t get a single word on the screen nor on a piece of paper...

I can’t get that picture out of my head....Especially when I seen the two year old doing it .,

I’m trying to imagine. I never seen what I’ve seen ... I go to the beach everyday to clear my mind...

But I know why I can’t clear my mind... They made me apart of it .... Now everyday I see myself in blood .... Enjoying it ...

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