I approached the church with great ease even though I had been warned about it before. People had been telling me about their experiences in the church which all sounded horribly grusome. However we were in high school so everyone was bound to scare everyone else wern't they? As I aproached the churches narrow winding path the gravel crunched under my feet and I shuddered at every tiny noise. I knocked on the heavy wooden door as I thought it rude to interupt on a service so important as harvest. No one answered. So I knocked again. Still no reply. So I heaved with all my strength and scurried inside. Everything was silent for a couple of milli seconds which was strange because usually at midnight there would be the sound of crazed drunks returning home after their night of heavy binge drinking. But no. Everything fell silent. For what seemed like hours. Then there was a mighty crash behind me. I whipped my whole body round to see a candle stick roll across the floor. Still it spooked me and I rushed down the isle. Not only could I hear my old clattering footsteps but I could hear the heavy ones of someone else aswell. Weird. Or was it? I ran as fast as I could and then heard a voice shouting. It was impossible to make out what it was saying as it was in a different language. But I could feel beams of sweat trickeling down my back and my t.shirt stick to me. Then I woke up. It had all been a dream. Or had it? I know for certain it cant have been. I was there I felt every single wince, every single footstep and every single beam of sweat. This wasnt a nightmare. It was real.