My father’s death was approaching. But he had it in him to give one last sermon. The church where he had served many years ago invited him to preach, and so there I was sitting behind him in a chair between the pulpit and the choir
Shortly after the worship service began I became bored. Through a chanceldoor I slipped out of the sanctuary and into the backrooms. The lights were all off, but luckily I had a flashlight to show me the way. The hallways went on and on. They intersected, branched off, and re-joined for what seemed like forever. The labyrinth reeked of dust and mold. Behind each door, room after room was littered with puzzles, action figures, and plush toys. Despite the stench I had become quite excited by my finds and wondered how much money it all must have been worth
There were some bathrooms here and there, but oddly they were shut tight and secured with yellow tape, chains, and padlocks. I never found out why they were this way. Whether they were meant to keep people out or keep something contained, I have no idea