Church at Night...

Well I went to my mom's Stamping Club and it isn't as horrible as I make it sound. For instance, I got 5 pages done on my scrapbook, there was some pretty decent dip and crackers and I guess the ladies didn't talk a lot that night according to my mom. (Personally I still thought they talked quite a bit but anywho...) After the whole shebang was over me and my mom had to make sure everything was shut off. We had to end up going upstairs to put the rent money in the church's offering plate. By this time it was around 12:30 at night so it was dark. Very dark. To get upstairs from the basement you have to climb a tight winding staircase. You cannot see upstairs from the basement! Well it was dark when we were climbing and we noticed there was a light on upstairs. We warily started calling "Hello?" thinking there was somebody up there. There wasn't. It was pitch black when we got into the actual church and every picture and pew looked creepy. It felt like the shadows were lurking behind you. I know you shouldn't be afraid in a church but I have to say it was a little freaky. We made it back to the vehicle quickly with me always looking behind my shoulder. As we drove away we listened to the great music of Mamma Mia! All in all it was a strange experience.