We Found An Abandoned Church!

Fueled by nostalgia and beer we decided to resurrect an old tradition a day of exploring a night of camping and a trip home at dawn my wife dropped us off at our usual spot a little further out of town this time we opted to a different route a detour from our usual path injecting a little adventure into our day walking we came across a bridge where we took a break to rest, sat on the edge and shared a joint before moving on before darkness fell, We

found

a spot in a heavily wooded area near the train.

The footprints of the trees formed a cool tunnel around us casting Shadows that seemed to whisper Ancient Secrets Eager to settle in for the night, we decided to explore the perimeter in the fading light, we ventured into the forest and climbed a small slope to make sure we Our chosen spot was free from unexpected surprises, however, when we reached the top, our eyes fell on an old building not far away, barely visible, we assumed it was a hut, but as we approached our assumptions were shattered, it was an

abandoned

church

, a decaying relic surrounded by a yri.

It crept closer as we walked back up the hill towards our camp, the dust settled and as we relaxed in our hammocks, a distant sound reached our ears. Do you hear what I asked? It sounds like people are singing. Joe replied that the haunting and distant singing sent shivers through our With thorns slipping from our hammocks, we crouched down striving to baffle The Fountain, which seemed to emanate from the direction of the

abandoned

church

, curiosity overcame caution and we silently ascended the hill to Looking closer in the distance, flickering candlelight spilled from the open door of the church.

At the doors, the singing continued now accompanied by a deep, resonant male voice singing in a language he could not understand. The faded SED symbols on the decaying stone walls began to glow faintly revealing an otherworldly presence. Joe squeezed my shoulder harder. "They're dating," he hissed. A procession of figures emerged from the church holding hands in single file, flashlights in hand, they began to approach our Hill Panic, he said, and we ran back to our camp, grabbed our belongings and ran along the tracks. of the train in the direction we had come. The church chased us erratically and disturbingly, but finally vanished when we reached a road fleeing the mysterious encounter.

We seek solace in the city below. The church figures disappeared into the night leaving us to deal with an unsolved mystery.