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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 10:52 pm
The year is 1996 I was just a little girl; age of five to be exact. -stupid November birthdays-
I woke up early one Saturday morning, before my mother did. Watching a movie in the living room, keeping myself occupied.
Someone knocked on the door so I ran and answered it. Standing before we were two nicely dressed people. They kindly asked me if my mother or father was home, I told them that my mother was sleeping. The one lady replied with "Oh that's no good; here is something you can read while she is sleeping; it's from our church. Have a good day."
I closed the door and read the book. There was a story called 'The Loose Tooth' I read it and thought that it was good so I decided to wake my mother up so I could read it to her.
I ran upstairs jumped on her bed and said "Mommy can I read you this story?" she woke up and said "I just had the strangest dream; I lost all my teeth!" Then she looked at the book and saw the story I wanted to read her and she freaked out since it was such a strange coincidence. When I told her that two people from a church came to the house and gave me the book to read.
She took that as a sign and decided that me and her would go to church the next morning. We never went to church before simply because she was a single mother and she was scared of being judged.
So on Sunday morning we got all dressed up and walked down to the church; and of course it was raining and we had no car the the time. We looked terrible when we finally got there.
She took me to the Sunday school so I could learn about god and she could go to the regular sermon.
As soon as my mother left the two leaders asked me my name and if I was baptized. I had no idea what baptism was so I said no. One of them told me that I had to go to a different room; so I followed him.
We got in the room and I looked around; I was the only one in there. I started to get a little worried. Then he closed the door and I really started to panic.
He slapped me; hard across the face. Then started beating my body. He told me not to make a sound or he would make it worse. He told me I was a terrible person; that I was going to some place called hell. I had no idea what hell was but apparently I was going there because I wasn't baptized.
After about ten minutes of being beaten he left the room and closed the door. The door opened again. This time it was the female leader. She began to beat me as well. Telling me I was a terrible person and I was not worthy to be in gods house. This beating lasted longer. Then once she had enough she left the room. I started to freak out wondering what was coming next.
I decided to make a run for it; I opened the door and ran upstairs to the main sermon area. I ran up to my mother and screamed "I never want to go to church again".
To this day I still get very anxious when I have to go inside a church; sometimes even having panic attacks.
My mother doesn't know why I freaked out. I don't think that she needs to know.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 1:11 am
Thats creepily harsh.
And kind of ironic that they started beating you saying you would be going to hell º-º
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 11:39 am
Yeah; I totally didn't understand it.
Whatever no one will make me go to church now!
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