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The sun had already set for a few minutes and darkness hung in the air when I arrived at the door of the church, and I found Sarah in a state of panic, with her black hair and wavy at the height of the back all messy, with his white sneakers covered with a strange purple mud and in her beautiful brown eyes tears were uncontrollable and formed all over your face. I lock my bike in the bike rack beside the ivory-tinted building with a double frosted white glass door and run toward him. Sarah lifts her head and more tears fall from her eyes and then I realize that Lary was not with her and this was probably the reason for her tears, which made my breathing quicken more with each step I took towards the being in a red sweatshirt with giant pockets and black jeans with a weird purple mud covering her white sneakers. Sarah sees me and immediately runs and hugs me completely and hysterically starts crying and mumbling the word "why". - Girlfriend, what happened? Where is Lary? Why are you crying? - I say, trying to hold back my tears. - Everything that was not supposed to happen happened! -She says without strength in her voice and pulling away from my embrace. - Sara, please answer me what exactly happened to Lary and why you are crying! Sara then stares at her feet, letting a weak sigh come out of her mouth, and then with a look full of pain and agony she answers: -I'll show you... We then proceeded in silence to the back of the church through the side gate that was unlocked to a long and narrow corridor that at the end of it snaked to the left showing four white iron doors with round doorknobs, in front of these there were two more doors that were the bathrooms, and at the end after a white plastic table with a small white plastic filter of those that you put a blue gallon of filtered water, there were three steps that curved to the right giving access to a giant corridor and a door to any room. - What are we doing here? - I ask, afraid that I will get one of Sarah's famous crossed-out answers. - We are answering your question? - She answers, stopping in front of the door in front of the drinking fountain, the only door that is locked for a reason that nobody knows. I look at the floor and see the footprints formed by the same purple mud that was on Sarah's sneaker and that was now on the sole of mine. I turn my gaze to Sarah who was red-cheeked, her skin horribly pale, and her fingers around the doorknob. Sarah takes a long breath, as if she wanted to take a breath to do something that deep in her gut she didn't even want to think about doing, and then slowly she opens the damn door revealing a hideous purple curtain of hazy material that moved like smoke from a fire, sinuous, attractive, yet repulsive and strange. - This is where Lary and I were before you arrived, I was showing her what I had discovered after the service last night. She was looking very closely to find out what it was about... Sarah then begins to cry the saddest and quietest of cries, then dries her tears with the back of her hand and continues: - I asked her to stay away because it could be dangerous then suddenly a hand pulled her inside, I tried, I swear I tried to pull her back, but I couldn't, she was sucked inside by a human hand and now I don't know where our friend went... Sarah then starts to cry and I try to comfort her with a hug, but my efforts were in vain, she was destroyed, annihilated. Then I turn away from her and look into the purple smoke and notice that a familiar hand appears and Lary's angelic face is revealed, her blue eyes are filled with terror and her lips are trembling with dread as she babbles the words: - Help! We quickly grabbed her hand, but something was pulling her with uncommon force. We sweated, we struggled, but to no avail, we couldn't pull her out, she was pulled in again, and we? We went with her.
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