I looked at the man for a few moments, as Peter was his name, as I had recalled. Kind of like Peter from the Bible, except his Bible seemed to be a bit more satanic than the one that I was used to hearing about from my father.
I wanted to tell the man straight up 'No' but I knew that it would just get me killed in the end. I knew that I had to get a way out of this, and he probably did not know that I had just recorded a lot of what I had just seen, on my phone.
Hell... The man might not even know what a phone was in the first place, if I had to guess by the looks of it. As long as I kept that in my pocket, and I got out of here, then I would soon reveal all of it for the whole public eye to see of.
But who would still believe it in the first place? I doubt that it ever would be covered on the news, and if it was, than they would more than likely say that it all was just one big hoax that I had made up with a bunch of my friends.
That was how my father had told me it had all worked at least, and I had to listen to what he had said at this point, due to the fact that all of what he had told me, had in the end come to a reality in front of my eyes.
I did not dare look down at my pocket, or put my hand over to it, to even give the man the slightest thought, that I might have it on me in the first place. If I was able to get that out to the public, for all of them to see, than I knew that I would be tracked down and killed.
But if it was for the good of humanity, than I suppose it was worth it, because what good was my life to the world in the first place? I was a trucker, and sure, I might help a company that delivers stuff, but that did not mean that I couldn't just be tossed away like trash at any point.
It was not that hard to be a trucker, it was just a very boring job, that meant that you never got to be at home... Sure I knew that I had vacation time, but I also knew that I could get double the pay of it I took that time to work as well.
It was a very boring life that I lived, and I felt like I should spice it up at least a little bit. I had to get out of this though, and I could not see very many ways out of this, that seemed fit to save my own skin. Well... There was one way, and it truly was the only way as well.
If I joined them, than maybe they would not kill me... But in the end, I still would have to find some sort of way out of here. If I joined them, than that meant that I would be stuck in Kansas fot the rest of my life, with no choice but to join a satanic cult.
Surely there must be some sort of way out of here... Step 1 though, was to make sure that I stayed alive... I thought about that for some time in my head, as I wondered if joining them with their little gathering was a good idea for me. Surely this meant that I would end up going to hell, right?
I did not really have much of a choice though, really... Unless God for some reason just wanted me to say no, and just let them kill me... But then would that not technically mean that I had committed suicide? I did not see a very good way out of this at the moment.
Surely God would not be angry, if I supposed a secret of a satanic cult, over to all of the general public, right? I closed my eyes for a few seconds, as I thought through it just a little bit more, this time with my eyes closed. It did not seem to make much of a difference really however.
I heard footsteps coming over to me, as I quickly opened my eyes, in fear that someone might be coming over to me, with a knife in their hand, ready to kill me, since I had not made my decision yet. I knew that it was a bad idea for me to wait this long at the same time as well.
If they began to realize that I might be having 2nd thoughts on joining their cult, than they might just go ahead and kill me on sight. I shivered a bit, as I looked over at the main man, Peter, the man, who had brought me in and let me stay at his house last night.
That was quite nice of him, and it was very generous as well, but at the same time, I still knew that he was not a good man. Hell! He owned a satanic church in a barn out in the woods for christ sake! What good could really come out of that?
I shook my head, as I knew that if I wanted to get my self out of this 1, that I would have to do my best, to look strong and tough, and maybe that might frighten them a bit. What was I talking about? These people did not look to even have souls inside of them, what could they really be scared of?
I looked around at all of them for a few moments, as I saw just about zero emotion on their faces, besides the fact that I couple of them had the most strange smile that I had ever seen, as if they were enjoying what was going on in front of them.
I wanted to close my eyes once again, but I knew if I waited any longer, that it would only put me into more trouble than I already was in, in the first place. I looked up at the man, as I was just about to speak to him, but he spoke over me instead, before I got the chance to do so.
I squinted my eyes at him, as if it was some sort of natural instinct, as though I was the one that was trying to scare him right now. He did not seem phased by it at all however, as he continued to keep speaking. I listened to what it was that he had to say to me in the first place, anyways.
"So what is it that you plan on doing? You are a brave man if you just want to take that with you to your death... But do know that if you join us, than you are joining the correct church." He said to me. I looked at him for a few moments, as I did my best to try not to look too scared.
The man did not seem to notice anyways, as I saw him look over at all of his partners, with a bit of a big smile on his face, that sickened me at the same time as well. I stared down at the ground, knowing that at this point, it was now or never for me to respond to what it was that he had said.
I stared at the ground for just a few seconds, until out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the men that he was with, spinning around a blade that he had in his hand. I gulped a bit, and then I lifted my head back up at the man.
It was almost as if he controlled the men that he was with, as if they shared the same thoughts as him. The looks on their faces all seemed to be the same, so it honestly would not surprise me at all, if that were the case.
I shook my head, more at myself, as I then turned my head back over to the man, who still had the same evil grin on his face, almost as if he was some sort of evil villain, from a marvel movie... Hell... Maybe he was... My father had told me a lot about Disney.
I tried to shake off all of those thoughts, as I could tell that the man was getting more and more tired of waiting for me to respond to what it was that he had just said to me, by each second that seemed to be passing by, at alarming speeds.
I looked at him for a bit longer, and then I decided that it was now or never for me. I had to speak up, or I would end up being killed. I had my head dipped down a bit still, but I began to speak up to him anyways.
"Wha- Wha- Wont that mean I go to hell?" I said to the man. It was not the words that I had originally intended of coming out of my mouth. It kind of made me sound like I was some sort of scared little boy, crying to his mommy, like I had just seen a ghost.
I could tell that the people that were around me at the same time as well, almost as if I was the rabbits, that had been in the middle of the camp fire, that I had seen in the barn. They all had quite the amused look on their faces, as if this were some sort of game for all of them.
The man, as I could tell wanted to laugh, at the way that I had just spoken to him, like a little baby. He held it in however, as I could tell he was trying to act tough as a leader to all of the others that were a part of this little group that he was in.
I wondered if he budged even a second, if that meant that he would get killed, or maybe someone else might take over as a leader. I shook my head at the same time as well, as I knew that I was getting a bit too far into detail with all of that already.
I looked up at the man, as I saw him look over at his group one last time, and then he turned his head, and his eyes on me. We stared at each other for just a few moments of time, until he finally began to respond to what I had just asked him.
"Well... Of course... But what is so good about heaven? Besides... What has your God ever done to help you?" He began to say to me. I thought about it for a few seconds, then I shook my head, as to why I was even doing so... This was a satanic leader saying this to me... I listened to what it was that he kept on saying to me anyways. "Nothing! If you join us, than you can have everything!"