When I was a young, I was a christian, this is one reason why I no longer am. It made me realise that if the christian god was real, then it definitely doesn't give a fuck about its worshippers or its "property."

One day during service, I looked up while we were in prayer. I don't know why I looked, I guess it is because of an odd feeling or something like that, nothing to do with my gift. There was a little doorway in the wall that was filled in to be the wall, but the archway stayed there. From the door came a blinding light, like the kind that one would believe to that of Paradise. It wasn't. (In a previous story I released, I mention I confronted a Devil while in Hell and I said that his voice was familiar. This story takes place in between the first part and the second part of the last one I told. https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/akrh8g/a_shadow_from_hell/) A figure appeared in the doorway.

It was fairly tall and had perfect features. He had looked right at me and smiled. I smiled back. He said something to me in a different language, I don't know what the language was, so I could never translate it, but I was able to hear his voice clearly. (Important for the last story.) He stepped back into the light and it disappeared. That doorway never opened again.

A few days later, the pastor of the church was babysitting me while my dad was at work. We were doing some work at the church preparing it for Wednesday night and the next Sunday. I needed to use the loo, so I did. I checked the door to lock it, there wasn't a lock (important.) I used the toilet and walked to the sink to wash my hands. There was a mirror right in front of me, as one would expect. I looked at myself in the mirror just to see what I looked like right now, I didn't see me. What I saw was a smirking, old, mouldy, crusty face staring right at me. (Fuck me was I terrified.) I screamed, turned around, and ran for the door. THE DOOR WAS FUCKING LOCKED!!!! I looked at the window to see if I could get out through it, nope. In the window was a face staring at me. Not the one in the mirror, but the one from the doorway. I pounded on the door. The pastor came to the door and was worried because the door was locked. When the door finally gave, he entered and grabbed me. We both looked at the mirror and saw the old face disappear. He told me not to worry anymore.

This was the first in the long line of events that led me to leave christianity and move to Paganism.

This is the end of the second part of my series. I will start doing these weekly on Fridays. Next week I will write about an experience I had with a couple of my friends in sixth grade. See you then.