I had to get away from Father Miracle, the priest who was going to do something even worse to me, too! But I wasn't fast enough. The possessed preacher quickly snatched the hold of me with my pajama robe I still wore. And pulled me inside the dark chapel.
There was nothing I could do to defend myself. I struggled to free myself of the angry priest. I tried to scream and call for help. Suddenly, the priest grabbed some white cloth tissue out of his pocket. I used it to smother my mouth with its chloroform smell on my nose. I passed out quickly. He carried my unconscious body to the altar in the candle lit church.
While Father Miracle continued dragging me up to the front of the chapel, it seemed there were my two sons, Mark and Valentino and their granny at the altar. They wore black robes and covered their faces with long hoods over their faces.
"This will go easier, once I get your mother to cooperate with the ritual of the gifted ceremony to start soon," Father Miracle said to my kids and their granny. They didn't respond, only stared unconsciously at the altar.
There was a pile of bones, making up the Satanic upside down cross, in the middle of the altar. Where the priest put my unconscious body over the bloody bones next to my two kids and their undead granny. They laughed mischievously as I smacked the back of my head on the bone of the star in the middle of the altar, we all gathered around.
"We only have one try to make this happen," Father Miracle said, making a promise to us. "If we get your mom to join the living dead with everybody else. It will make it easier for the graveyard to come to life on Halloween," said Father Miracle with a big grin on his face.
Suddenly, as Father Miracle stepped away from the altar, there was a strong gust of wind coming from the windows around the steeple of the church. Blowing out the burning candles on the walls of the chapel. Casting everybody into total darkness.
Mark, Valentino, and Granny turned to watch as the front doors of the chapel blew open. Fog swirled in from the outside of the church. From the glow of moonlight, appeared to be my husband, who was wearing a black robe. He was floating unconsciously as he entered the front of the empty chapel.
Father Miracle turned to greet Russell, who outstretched his arms, and staggered toward us. "You will complete the ceremony for raising the dead back to life, Russell Changeling!" said Father Miracle, who grabbed hold of Russell by his outstretched arms. And guided him to the altar. Where I found myself floating above the bloody bones on the altar in the church. I opened my eyes and saw I was floating above the floor. Looking at my two kids, and my undead granny, have their arms outstretched and moaned in front of me. Their eyes glowed and they didn't stop their chant.
"You are lucky, sir, you still have a brain that hasn't gone bad, yet," Father Miracle said, laughing to himself. While the small, religious chapel was in the shadows, I couldn't help but watch as Father Miracle handed Russell what looked like a spiky, wooden vampire's stake! I couldn't believe what he was doing to me!
I was paralyzed with fear. Unable to move my body. I couldn't free myself from the ritual. Russell was getting closer to the altar. If I didn't do something to break this curse, I may still free everybody before I get slain to death.
I couldn't relax. My muscles ached in my entire body. I didn't know how much longer I had to survive. Would they believe anything I tried to tell them wasn't right? I don't think anybody was going to listen to me, at this point.
The priest was at the podium at the altar reading from the Bible. Floating closer toward my doom, I knew I couldn't let Russell do this to me. How to break free of this trap? I knew how much Russell loved me and our family. Not to do anything stupid. But he wasn't going to keep from using the vampire stake to take my life out.
Then, suddenly Russell tripped over his feet as he stumbled toward the altar at the front of the stage. Dropped the vampire stake. As I watched it roll under the seats in the church. I couldn't believe my luck! Now, I had to think of something fast to stall the priest before I got staked through the heart! Before the kids prevent the ritual of the undead, to keep our family from getting any peace.