The Church
Episode 1
My name is Peace, and I lived with my parents in a quiet neighborhood. I was sixteen years old, the eldest daughter in my family.
My little sister, Joy, was just tena lively and curious girl who followed me everywhere. Our parents were devout Christians, and faith was deeply woven into our lives.
We attended church services every Sunday, Bible study every Wednesday, and night vigils when necessary.
That Sunday morning, the sun cast golden streaks through our bedroom window as my mother called out, Peace, Joy Get up, were going to be late for church

Joy groaned, rolling onto her side. Why do we have to wake up so early?
I chuckled, shaking her gently. Because we always sit in the front row, remember?
Within an hour, we were dressed in our finest Sunday attire. I wore a modest blue dress, while Joy wore a pink one with a white bow. Our parents beamed at us proudly as we all walked to church together.
When we arrived, the hall was almost empty, just as expected. We took our usual seats in the front row, the perfect spot to hear every word the pastor said. The choir was rehearsing softly in the background as people slowly trickled in.
I looked around, feeling peaceful. Church was my second home.

But I had no idea that today would change my life forever.
Midway through the service, just as Pastor David was about to begin his sermon, there was a commotion at the back of the church. People murmured, shifting uncomfortably.

A group of four men and two women struggled to hold down a wild-looking woman. Her clothes were torn, her hair tangled, and her eyes darted around like a trapped animal.

One of the men, sweating and out of breath, called out, Pastor, please This woman is possessed by an evil spirit
Gasps rippled through the congregation. Joy clutched my hand tightly. Peace, Im scared, she whispered.
I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off the woman... follow lurdbitcoin for episode 2