The creepy visitor during service

The Sunday morning service started out as any other Sunday morning service would, in the church filled with people with excitement. "I can't wait to hear the new pastor's message today," one of the elders whispered to a man sitting in front of her. It was a sunny day. The birds sang their melodies as they chased each other in the sky. The pastor was dressed in his finest suit that day. A black suit with a royal blue dress shirt and a pinstripe black, red, and blue tie he wore. He headed to the small church where he started to preach every week faithfully. As he unlocked the doors, some of the congregation began to arrive and enter into the church. "Morning Pastor, you're looking very spiffy today," greeted Sandy, the church secretary.

They walked into the thin-walled white church building and went toward their usual seating spots, where they knelt to pray. After he prayed, as he does every Sunday morning, the pastor called his team to go into the back room of the building to pray over the day's service and the needs. One by one, they piled into the small room and began to pray. As more people walked into the church, each person greeted each other; they could hear the worship team through the hollow walls of the back room, praying. "God we pray for the sick," one said. Another person was heard saying, "God, set people free today". As the prayers grew louder and more fervent, the congregation began to voice their own prayers in agreement. Soon, the whole church was engulfed in prayer over the needs that were being presented in the back room.

There was a woman there who attended church regularly; she brought her young child Brenda to the service that day for the first time. Brenda walked in with her mom, and as soon as she sat down, she went to sleep. Unbeknownst to the other congregants, the child began to have the same nightmares as she had at home. "No, no! Stay away!" she whispered in her sleep. In her dream, she sat beneath a tree in a large field. She watched bubbles that flowed. She stared in fear as she saw the water swirling and a creature climbing up out of the black water. Dripping with black water from head to toe, the creature set its feet on land and began crawling up the side of the hill towards her. The creature, still on all four legs, crawled slowly as the child’s eyes widened in terror. Paralyzed by her fear, she sat beneath the tree, willing herself to disappear into the flaky bark of the tall tree behind her. "No, nooooo!" she exclaimed.

As the creature drew closer, it stood up on its hind legs. Only then did she realize that the creature was a man with very long arms. They hung below his waist just around his knees. His fingers were long like rulers. They curled upward toward the back. The child’s eyes brimmed with tears; she pushed herself further and further back towards the tree without the wherewithal to run away from the man. She looked at his face and noticed that he had no features—no nose and no eyes; there were just holes with worms scaling out. Eggshell white flesh covered the monster's entire face smoothly. Brenda shut her eyes tightly, praying that it would disappear. A beat passes, then another. She opens only one of her eyes to gauge how far the creature was and if he had disappeared by her will.

But when her eyes opened, the creature was no longer but a few feet away. It was less than an arm's length away from her face. Knelt before her, with its limbs dragging beside it, the creature growled at her.

The creature picked up one of his talon-covered hands and pointed one finger to her forehead. Her heartbeat became uncontrollable, and her eyes widened with fear. The creature slowly sliced with the tip of his finger, from the crest of her hair to the tip of her chin. She shrieked in agony; her skin felt like someone had injected fireworks beneath it. While she shrieked in her dream, Brenda’s body stood up from the pew where she had lain in sleep and began shrieking. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was in the shape of a frown as she began to scream. Tears were running down her cheeks with her eyes tightly closed. Her body began running around the small church while slamming her small frame into the thin white walls.

Those around her ceased from praying. They stared in horror as she screamed with pink-tinged foam coming out from her small mouth. The pastor and his team had finished their prayer in the small room. And, as he opened the door to enter the sanctuary, he noticed the young girl cornered by some of the other congregants in an attempt to restrain her from hurting herself further. "Don't let her pass!" one member said to another.

He walked between those who were surrounding the girl and drew closer to her, and she suddenly stopped in her spot. He stood within arm's reach and raised out his hand and hovered it over her head. She was scratching at her skin and eyes, pulling at her hair in a desperate attempt at crawling out of her skin. The pastor calmly said, “You are not welcome here, demon; release this girl and leave. We say this in the name of Jesus Christ.” And as the last words left his lips, the little girl's body went rigid, and then she went collapsing into a tiny heap on the floor. Her face went from being in sheer terror to one that was serenely asleep, as though she’d been sleeping sweetly this whole time.

Back in the young girl's mind, her voice was ragged from her screams. She opened her eyes to see a man in the place of the creature that was there before. He had long hair and a beard, and he looked at her with kind eyes. He reached his hand out and touched her soft face, which was no longer torn and no longer in pain. She looked at him in tears and threw her little arms around his neck. He hugged her as he spun her around. He set her back onto the ground and patted her head. Furthermore, he said to her, “I am with you. Do not be afraid.” And then, he turned and walked towards the brook that had once been black and now turned back into clear running waters. He stepped gently onto the water but did not break the surface and walked across the brook and disappeared.

As she watched him walk away in her dream, her eyes fluttered open. She was back at the church. She looked up at her pastor with wide eyes, confused but happy. Brenda smiled at him. She got up from where she was lying and ran to her mother. She threw her arms around her mom's waist and began to cry joyfully. The church went back to their seats and began the worship. The pastor walked up to the pulpit and began his message. The church had witnessed a miracle that day like no other.

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