Soul Snack 9/42 ... Holy Horror
An arresting silence held this faithful family in its spell. With fear in their eyes and bodies now stiff ,no one knew where to look. A happy well-intentioned get together quickly descending to a horrified one.Guidance sadly and noticeably absent from this patriarchal gathering.
With slow, calculated movements some stood. Turning around both fearfully and inquiisitively to observe. Yet, there was nothing to see or hear, for that is the nature of silence. Their altitude simply comfirming that those standing were also now providing leadership. But their lips were still. The lack of verbal report itself haunting.
The sense of dis-ease was strong, nearly overpowering. Bowels fluttered and tears welled. Still not a sound was uttered. The silence had even captured their tongues. Discomfort and fear simply multiplied with little restraint.
None of the 5 senses could give an explanation. Their 6th sense shuddered. They knew they were in the presence of evil.
The happiness of halloween engaged by this Christian family with the naive innocence of spells, 5 sided stars and ouija boards had become horror. There was no harmlessness in this. Only foolish and disobedient naivety at best.