The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Charles sat inside the quiet office of his former church waiting patiently while viewing the walls that at one time bore all of his personal property. From one end of the small office to the other he carefully studied until his eyes met up with the middle of the floor.

Charles sat and stared at the grimy carpet where a small chair once sat. In the chair was a young man that Charles once knew; a young man that he spoke so fondly to one Sunday morning a time ago.

The man scratched at his growing, grey beard. He wore his jacket that smelled of aging sweat, while his dingy, white undershirt underneath stuck to his chest. His corduroy pants looked as if they hadn't been pressed in weeks, while his shoes still wore the dried up dirt stains of his ill-fated trip to the country.

Charles remained in his seat, still looking down at the middle of the floor with a drooping bottom lip. All he could hear was his son's voice speaking to him. It didn't matter what he was saying, as long as Isaac was talking, Charles could keep the image inside his head.

The office door abruptly opened, behind it appeared Mr. Hawthorne, who with a bible in hand, also wore a vexed frown upon his light-skinned face.

Charles immediately pulled himself out of his trance before sitting up and paying absolute attention to Hawthorne who sat down behind his desk and placed the bible in front of him.

"I found it in the janitor's closet, of all places." Hawthorne said while pointing at the bible. "Brother, do you know how it even got in there?"

Shaking his head from side to side, Charles replied with a grin, "I can't even begin to imagine."

"Well, it's yours." Hawthorne smiled back before gently shoving the book towards Charles.

Charles reached and retrieved the bible. He sat back with it and ruffled through the pages. "It looks like it hasn't been damaged at all."

Hawthorne sat and thoughtfully stared at Charles in the most pitiable way. The man folded his hands and asked, "Charles, aren't you hot?"

Taking his eyes away from his bible, Charles waved his hand saying, "Nah, I'm fine."

Hawthorne then sat back in his chair. "Did you know that Sister Woods' granddaughter had her baby last month?"

With a simple smile, Charles replied, "No, I didn't. That's good."

"Have you heard from Lynn and the baby lately?"

Charles leaned over in his seat and sighed, "No, Lynn is out there somewhere. All I can do is pray for the child."

"Well, she is grown; I guess she has to find her own way in the world."

"Yeah, I reckon so." Charles groaned.

A deafening silence lingered all around the men like dense fog. The longer it was quiet, the less Charles could think of something to say.

"We got a few new members last month, too." Hawthorne mentioned from out of nowhere."

"Well, praise Jesus for that." Charles mumbled with a humble grin.

"We were gonna try and have our picnic last Saturday, but—

"Was I wrong for sending Isaac to that hospital?" Charles unexpectedly asked.

Hawthorne sat with a paused appearance written all over his face. It seemed as if the question were offsetting to him, considering the paleness his face took on at that moment.

"Brother, I...I can't answer that for you."

"I can't answer it either." Charles' head hung.

"You have to understand, you just up and left everyone."

back, Charles said, "I didn't know what

here with your flock. We were all here

Charles sat and looked back at the middle of the

feel

"How do

feel like when Isaac was taken, something was taken from me as well. And I'm not talking just about

you

endless seconds before saying, "My tongue won't let me speak

with a very easy job when you left. You never told me how difficult being a pastor would

been my friend and deacon for over seventeen years. How could you not be

me for all kinds of help." Hawthorne giggled. "I had one young man ask

settling. To Charles, just having the opportunity to joke, albeit briefly, was like

never left, Charles." Hawthorne seriously

and looked at the man in frozen time. His stare was locked on the pastor until a knock at the

in!" Hawthorne said

the door appeared an older, black lady with some papers in her hand. "Good afternoon, Pastor. I have those minutes from

stood to his feet and stepped forward to the woman only to have

"Sister Mary." He smiled. "How have

Mary pressed her thin lips together as tight as she could before replying in a cold tone,

he took the papers and placed

simply turned, without taking

"Well...I'd better be going myself." Charles murmured

"You don't have to leave so

"Yes I do." He turned to Hawthorne and extended

than shake his hand, Hawthorne instead grabbed Charles and pulled him in for

let me know." Hawthorne

As the two released each other, Charles stood back with his

With that, Charles walked out of the office and through the sanctuary

he carried on through the peacefully quiet area, he felt something tap him on the shoulder from behind. Charles immediately stopped right in the middle of the floor, in between the aisle of pews. He wanted to turn around, but he knew better. Instead, he simply ceased his every movement and

with him inside the sanctuary. He had felt its weight time and time before. Amidst the ominous silence, he was completely surrounded. It was such a dreadful feeling that the man wanted to drop to his knees which were already trying to buckle beneath him. But he stood strong until he was eventually able to at least turn his head to his right to see a person standing

Her hair was totally white, as was her face that looked as if it were dipped in white paint. She was waving back at Charles in a delightful manner while smiling a mouth full of blood-stained

out loud, but Charles was aware that such an action would have been futile. The old hag just waved in all her ghastly glory before Charles' legs found the will to

turned around and stormed out the front entrance. He didn't even check behind him to make sure the double doors were shut all the way; he just persisted in moving as fast as he could

out of his pants pocket

with both of his

"Lynn?" His eyes lit up in surprise as his breath left him. "Child, what are you

saw your car here." She

woman and embraced her as hard as he could; Lynnette returned the gesture, only her hug seemed to feel even more aggressive, as though she didn't want to let

prying himself away from her grip, Charles looked down at her and

"I've been better." She

otherwise, but he also realized that he himself wasn't too far from judgment. A swelling of pity dropped deep down into his gut. For the first time in months he took his own

"How

fine." She hastily answered. "Look...I

The two just stood in the church parking lot gazing at one another in the strangest manner possible. He couldn't speak for Lynnette, but Charles was at a complete loss for

his sore throat, Charles smiled and said, "Of course you can talk

car. The second Charles closed his door a burst of heat immediately struck him across the face. However, it wasn't heat from the temperature, but rather that of emotion. He hadn't forgotten what he experienced back

out and onto the road. He made sure to roll down his window first before suggesting the same for

Charles said, "I've been trying