Owen by John Reeves (reading the story of the txt) 📖

tomorrow on Sunday."
"Then can we go tomorrow?" Owen thought it sounded fun.
"I'll talk to your mother about it. I think we probably can." Jay couldn't remember how long he'd been away from the church. It had been so long he couldn't remember why he ever quit going. To have known when quit going he'd have to remember going, and it had been so long since he'd been he couldn't remember it.

When Jay brought up the subject of going to church Pam was caught off guard. She was preparing something for diner when he dropped the bombshell of going to church. "Is this something Owen just asked for?" Pam probed her husband for information.
"He knows about God. He saw a dog die in the lobby when he went with me. I believe he might have an idea of life and death. All of that seemed like a good enough reason to me." Pam had nothing to say in return. Going to church was something she knew couldn't hurt anything.
That night when Pam put Owen to bed she began finding their nice clothes. She couldn't believe Jay suggested they go, but she knew he was doing it for Owen. Still the fact that he was willing to go during football season was shocking to her. There was no doubt Owen deserved an opportunity to experience things like church. Pam hadn't been to church since the day she was married in one. Before she met Jay she went, not every Sunday, but twice a month at least. That was a different time in her life. She took a moment to think about those days.

While Pam was making love to her husband, Owen was in his bed watching feet move under the closet door. The night light glowed dimly beside the door. There was no way to know what kind of monster was in the closet. Owen could open the door to see, but he felt safe right there in the bed. If he moved from the sanctuary of the bed, then the monsters could get him. He knew the minute he went to sleep they were going to move into his head. The pictures in his dreams would no doubt include the bloody faces of the two dead people. The Dream Master made the decisions when Owen went to sleep, but he knew as long as he stayed awake he would be safe. As he gripped his blanket tightly he wondered if he could out last them. They'd go away, he just had to remain awake until they decided to go.

When the morning came they all got into their nice clothes. Owen was excited about going to church. He was also sleepy from waiting out the monsters. Jay decided it would just be best if they went to the church on the highway. Jay walked his family up to the front door, "Welcome." The preacher said standing by the front door. As the three of them got closer to the him, the preacher could feel the evil among them. "Wait." The preacher put his hand up. "You people are new, and you'll need to set up a meeting before attending service here." That was the best thing the preacher could think of to keep them out.
"Is that really how it's done." Jay was sure it wasn't.
"Yes, I'm sorry but that's how we take on new members."
Jay just walked away with his family. He wasn't going to jump through hoops to be a member to the church. The church was suppose to have open doors to everyone. "I'm sorry Owen. I wish it could have worked out." Jay wasn't sure that statement was true. Perhaps it was best they didn't go. The preacher wasn't sad to see them just go away. One or all of them were consumed by evil. The preacher did hope it wasn't the child.
"I'm glad we didn't go in there, because that preacher man was evil." Neither Jay, or Pam could believe what the boy had just said. "Why do you think that Owen?" Pam asked.
"I don't know." Owen answered her in the most indecisive way.
"When you claim someone is evil son, you have to know why you're saying that." Owen didn't understand. If he sensed evilness on someone he was always right. What Owen didn't realize was that others couldn't sense evil like he could. They couldn't see into someone's heart like he could. Owen didn't know he was different, nor did anyone around him know it either.

Jay could see that preacher didn't want them in his church. There was no rule that they meet people before letting them in the congregation, unless the place is some kind of cult. Pam wasn't dealing with it much better. She sat there trying to figure out what happened, while she looked straight into the windshield as if it told the answer. Was there a logical reason to keep them from entering the church? Crazy things entered Pam's mind, but she knew certain things weren't true.
Owen sat in the backseat thinking about what church might have been like. There were demons in the closet that wanted to get out. In a way that only a child could think, he wondered if God could defeat the demons. There was no way of knowing how long the door of the closet would hold them. It has to that point, but Owen knew it wouldn't forever. He didn't know the damage they might do upon being released, and he didn't want to know.

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Publication Date: 11-17-2010

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