Chapter Twenty-Three“Here it is,” Randy emitted a low whistle, “impressive ain't it?”
Will stared up at the church towering in front of him. Archaic was the best way he could describe it. From the arched oak entrance door with its iron hinges and the stunning stained-glass windows, the turrets and the imposing steel cross, everything about it screamed `old.'
“Are those gargoyles?” he pointed to the garrotted top, where grotesque figures scowled down at them.
“Looks like it,” Randy shuddered, “this place reminds me of the `Omen' – you seen that film Will? The coming of the anti-Christ?”
Will shook his head, “Is it better than the Exorcist?”
“Even scarier and the music – man, it kept me awake for a few nights,” Randy began rifling through his glove department, finally extracting a bent
