The Last Church by Richard Lee

Author:Richard Lee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, science fiction horror, devil, end of times, time travel, post-apocalyptic, the rise of Satan, new zealand, alien invasion
Publisher: Triskaideka Books NZ
Published: 2018-10-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Journal entry 1-3

Am I buzzing or freaking? I’m not sure. Both words probably mean the same thing. Either way, I like it. Like it? Hell, I absolutely love it. The thing about this feeling is that it doesn’t kick in until after the act. I don’t care what those other books out there state. The feeling comes later, when you’re well away or you’re back home with your feet up on the coffee table and a glass of hot coffee in your hand. It always seems to come when you meet somebody or bump into a friend or when holding a glass of some kind of liquid.

One of two things happen when you meet others; one, you look dead guilty of something as if your mother had just caught you beating the meat, or two, you end up with wet spots on your clothes.

Another thing I have yet to find in a book. The more you commit an ‘act,’ as it was, the less of a thrill it becomes. You gotta spice it up a bit, add more fun to the mix. You know what I’m saying? Well, probably not. Might explain that more fully later on. Seeing as how I read my own journal, I won’t forget to add a bit here and there so I don’t forget the good times. The fear I induced or the power over others I felt.

But hell, it took a long time to get to the point mentioned above.

I remember the first time I baked a cake. I was about twelve at the time and Mom and Dad were off somewhere. Even now, I don’t know where they went. I remember waking up early morning and hearing the car drive away. At first I thought it was a visitor leaving, until I crawled out of bed and saw the garage open and empty.

I didn’t think much of it. There was no breakfast waiting for me, and with it being a Saturday, I sat down and watched cartoons. After they finished I went to my room and changed into jeans and a tee shirt, grabbed a football and ran outside to play a game of rugby against myself. Living in the country you’re kind of isolated. And besides, I didn’t have any friends who didn’t live in town. I had one school friend and he was my best friend. He wasn’t very well liked either. We met at karate class and sort of hooked up at school. Shit, it’s amazing how kids become friends and later in life, no longer know each other. John and I were the only kids the same age and height in the class, so we got to spar against each other a lot. He was a bit of a wimp, afraid to physically hurt someone else. His contact punches were soft and his contact kicks fell short. Whereas mine didn’t.

I seem to have lost track for a bit. I’ll tell more on that bastard later.

Anyway I was playing around in our large backyard when I saw Mrs.

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