dabble in the darkness 7

​    I arrived at the churches doors to see Steve leaning against the churches arches. His arms crossed and next to him sat a box of supplies. The vinegar was wrapped in a plastic bag and sat on the other side of the box from the baking soda which was also separately wrapped. Steve’s shirt looked a little damp. “What’s up Steve?” I asked. 

    “I’ll tell you what’s up you asshat!” Steve exclaimed, “the bagger at checkout couldn’t understand why I said that the vinegar and baking soda should be bagged separately. When the container of vinegar came open in my car and spilled on the baking soda and ate through the box. My rental is now soaked.”

    “Does that mean that we don’t have enough vinegar and baking soda?” I asked slightly concerned.

    “I’m fine thanks for asking.” He said annoyed. 

    “I can see that. The rental car is here in one piece and you are alive so what about the supplies?” I said impatiently. 

    “I went back to the store and they replaced the supplies for free so we are good. But it would have been nice to have been asked how I was doing.” Steve said. 

    I began to tongue my teeth to find the sharp edge. I was getting nervous as this was our last real chance. If we prove with empirical and repeatable evidence then what would that mean? If we can’t prove it then it meant the end of my business. I was beginning to question all my life choices. Steve yelled out, “get over here you fucker!” 

    Pat began running over. “Did you guys learn anything?” Pat said exasperated. 

    “I learned that there is no reason this church should be haunted. The church is new as far as buildings are concerned but never placed anywhere near any burial grounds that anyone knew of,” I said just realizing that doesn’t mean there wasn’t an unmarked burial ground under the church. “And the structure is in the same shape and building materials as all other churches built around the same time frame. You?”

    “The priest here is new and arrived with his own entourage of nuns. They arrived just a few days before the strange events. And the weather is only a few days old.” Pat said pulling out three flasks of holy water. “When I spoke to the Saint Peters church priest he handed me 10 flasks of holy water. He also said, ‘load up your vehicle and run!’”

    “The locals at the grocery store collaborated that story,” Steve said, “are we sure we want to delve into the palm of satan?”

    I chuckled, “in order for satan to exist there must be a god. I have not seen the evidence of a god so we shall dabble in the darkness, my friends.”