You are at HIS church late at night, putting decoration up for the concert tomorrow. You drop the tape and it rolls under the table. A chill runs down your spine as you bend down to get the tape. As you stand up with the tape, you catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye. You aren't sure what it was, but you decide it was not of this world. You start cleaning up, having already decided that you could finish the decorations early tomorrow. Your hair stands on end as you put everything away. Just as you reach for your jacket, something cold grabs your wrist. You look up, startled, into a pair of blood-red eyes. You start to fight back, thinking you could get away and run for help. He grips your wrist, holding you in place. Your eyes start to close just as you are about to call for help. You collapse into HIS arms, another victim of HIS church.