My Scary and Somewhat Bizarre Evening

Dear Jesus,

I could still hear John's baritone voice praying fervently beside me. I knew I was also praying but those sounds were like echoes coming from a far distance.

Faintly, I could still feel the soft evening breeze caressing my skin and the lush grass upon which I knelt.

The darkness of my closed eyelids parted like a Broadway theatre curtain at the first entrance of the actors of a drama.

The actors of this vision appeared. They were normal humans like us who were walking but I couldn't pinpoint the location of this scene. I just saw lots of people, some in groups, some alone.

It would have been normal if not for the fact that I saw on a majority of those people a queer thing.

Those vile snakes I saw in that tree behind Sarafoods, plenty replicas of them were on these people. They encircled their wrists and ankles and torso and neck like parasites. And these snakes would sink their fangs into the veins of their host, drawing out blood in the process.