A group and I were running from an army of evil approaching. We ran across a fenced-in field to an old chapel to take refuge. Once inside, we knew that the evil ones would be able to enter our sanctuary. We knew in our hearts that we were not even safe in that house of God. Looking out the windows, we saw rows upon rows of demonic soldiers making their way down the path to the chapel. The leader was like the Devil himself, similar in appearance to Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter. We were all standing and sitting in the pews fearfully as he took over with the help of his minions. A man I knew as a close friend was on my right and whispered that if I knew the seven special numbers and spoke them aloud, the Evil One would be defeated. I looked around and saw on a hymnal the number 45 and felt intrinsically that was one of the numbers of power to defeat the Devil. But I was afraid of saying aloud, afraid of what might happen if I shouted that number aloud so all could hear. Would I be tortured? Killed? Someone somewhere in front of me shouted out a number, and I could hear demons screaming as a part of the Evil was destroyed. Emboldened, I called out 45, and the Devil looked right at me. He said that I was not wholly human, but he didn't mind that. He approached me with a gleaming eye and sneer, reaching out and caressing me from my cheek to my breast as if he wanted me to be his concubine. I felt so sickened. My friend next to me said in defense that I was his wife, but the Evil One just laughed. Then the Devil had his minions bring seven random and innocent people aside in full view of the entire chapel to set an example of them if we continued to call out numbers of power. I had a sick feeling inside of me that for every correct number of power we called out, he would murder a civilian....
...And then I woke up to the sound of M vacuuming the living room.
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