Glory Writes

04/08/2025

I choose life

💌 Dear Queen, Choose Wisely This Week

Life is full of choices and what you consistently choose will determine the kind of results you'll get. All choices lead to 2 generic outcomes; DEATH or LIFE, but I advise you choose Life. When you do this, you're intentionally deciding to;

Choose God — Before the world rushes in, sit at His feet. Let His voice be the loudest in your spirit. Make him your first choice in everything you do. Deut 30:20

Choose knowledge — Grow your mind. Read something edifying. Ask questions. Learn something new. Prov 1:29

Choose godly relationships — Walk with those who stir up your purpose, not drain your peace. God positions men for men

Choose the fellowship of believers — Don’t isolate yourself. There’s strength, safety, and sharpening in community. Psal 133:1

Choose peace over pressure — You are not in a race. Slow down if you need to. You are still moving forward.

Choose obedience — Even when it’s hard. Even when it’s lonely. Your obedience is your offering.

Choose joy — Not the kind that depends on circumstances, but the one that flows from Jesus.

The world may offer options. But Queen, you get to choose. And your choices shape your crown, your life and even generations to come.

As you step into this new week, I pray you choose with intention and God. Your power is not just in what you do, but in what you choose.

With love and purpose,
© Pastor Abby

10/03/2025

TAINTED VIRGINITY
Chapter 9

Glory had settled into her holiday routine in Lagos, managing her aunt’s jewelry shop in the bustling Balogun Market on Lagos Island. The market was always alive with activity—traders shouting over one another, customers bargaining, and the constant hum of movement. It was a fast-paced environment, but she had grown accustomed to it over the years. Her best friend, Gladys, also worked on Lagos Island as a saleslady in another shop, and they often met up after work to go home together.

On the other side of the island, Ikechukwu had his own business selling male footwear at Mandilas. He was a hustler, like most Lagos boys, trying to make ends meet. Glory had barely given him a second thought after their first encounter in the bus, but that was about to change.

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Glory had just stepped out of the bathroom when her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number and hesitated before picking up.

"Hello?" she answered cautiously.

"Glory, it's Ikechukwu. The guy from the bus yesterday," the voice on the other end said.

She relaxed at the familiarity of his voice, even though she barely knew him. "Oh, hi. How are you?"

"I'm good. Hope you got home safely yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did. You?"

"Same here. Listen, I was wondering… since we go in the same direction after work, maybe we could meet up and go home together tomorrow?"

Glory hesitated. She wasn’t sure she wanted to encourage anything with him, but at the same time, it seemed harmless.

"That depends," she finally said. "My friend Gladys will be coming along. Is that okay?"

Ikechukwu chuckled. "No problem at all. The more, the merrier."

Glory smiled slightly. "Alright then, see you tomorrow."

When she got to work the next day, she told Glady's about the guy she met at the bus stop and how she would be meeting him after work and Glady's agreed to go with her.

The next day, after closing shop, Glory and Gladys met up with Ikechukwu near the market. He looked different this time—more composed, less tipsy. He had a confident but unassuming demeanor, unlike Uche, who was effortlessly charming. They chatted about work, the struggles of doing business in Lagos, and the endless hustle that came with it.

What started as simple conversations on their rides home soon became a daily routine. Ikechukwu was always there, waiting for her and Gladys, making sure they got home safely. It was a small gesture, but it didn’t go unnoticed.

Slowly, what seemed like casual friendship blossomed into a real relationship. But deep down, Glory knew she wasn’t really into it. Something was missing—maybe excitement, maybe passion. Or maybe she was still haunted by her past with Uche.

One evening, while closing up at her aunt’s jewelry shop in Balogun Market, Glory turned to Gladys with a sigh. "That Ikechukwu guy keeps calling me. I don’t even know why I gave him my number. I really don’t want anything to do with him."

Gladys, who worked as a saleslady in another shop nearby, smirked. "Why not? He seems like a decent guy. And let’s be honest, having someone to pay your transport fare every evening and give you monthly stipends isn’t a bad idea."

Glory rolled her eyes. "That’s not a reason to date someone."

"It’s not just about that," Gladys insisted. "You always say you want a serious guy, not a player like Uche. Ikechukwu may not be your dream guy, but at least he’s trying. Give it a chance. Who knows? You might grow to like him."

Glory sighed, unconvinced but unwilling to argue. "We’ll see."

Yet, for now, she let it be.

(To be continued…)

27/02/2025

I am chosen loved and highly favored

26/02/2025

The Bible says FLEE oooh my brethren

it didn't say walk away or pray it away

I wonder what you are trying to prove by acting strong in the face of lust

26/02/2025

TAINTED VIRGINITY
Chapter 8

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the campus as students poured out of their lecture halls, eager to get home. Glory walked alongside her best friend, Solomon, as they made their way home from lectures.

"So, have you decided where you'll be staying for the holidays?" Solomon asked, adjusting his backpack.

Glory sighed, deep in thought. "I'm torn between staying with my uncle here in town or going back to Lagos to see my family."

Solomon nodded. "True. But have you considered the pros and cons? If you stay here, you won’t have to worry about transport stress. Plus, you’ll have some peace and quiet to yourself."

"Peace and quiet?" Glory scoffed. "You clearly don’t know my uncle’s kids. Those children will turn me into their personal babysitter."

Solomon chuckled. "Point taken. But Lagos traffic and all that wahala... do you really want to deal with that?"

Glory rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. The noise, the traffic, the endless chores. That’s the thing. I don’t. But I miss home. I miss my mum’s food. I miss watching wrestling matches with my dad. Even my annoying sisters and my little nephew.". Besides, i get to work at my aunt's shop and save up money for the next semester"

"That's true sef, you need to give me a baby boy treatment when you get back with plenty money. I am not your heart melt for mouth na" Solomon replied teasing.

"Huh, which yeye baby boy? Better park well," Glory said, laughing along.

"And your sisters? The twins still play football right?."

Glory smiled. "Of course. I’m sure they wont let me rest when i go back. But I miss them. It’s been months."

"Then Lagos it is," Solomon declared. "Besides, you need a break from school stress."

"You're right," Glory agreed. "Lagos, here I come."

Little did she know, this decision would lead her down a path she never expected.

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A week later, Glory arrived in Lagos, welcomed by the familiar chaos of her family home. Her father welcomed her with a hug before complaining about how lean she had gotten.
"Dad! i didn't lose that much weight" she called, shaking her head at her father's dramatic reaction.

"Eh? Oh, Glory, see how you are looking like a skeleton in that dress, do you even eat at all?" he exclaimed looking her over multiple times.

"Dad, I just got home, now you’re free to over feed me s much as you want" she teased, dropping her bags.

Her twin sisters walked up to her, non-chalantly trying to hide their excitement at seeing her. Girls will always be girls. Lol!!!
"Glory, did you bring anything for us or is your bag filled with only books?" one of them asked.

"Ah, Glory must have come with plenty things na," the younger one added, trying to peek into her bag.

"Relax! I just got home," Glory said, laughing as she dragged them into a hug.

Her mother walked in from the kitchen, smiling warmly. "My dear, welcome. How was the journey? Come and eat, I made your favorite."

"Ah, finally! Someone who truly cares about me," Glory said playfully, throwing her arms around her mom.

As the night wore on, Glory settled back into the comfort of home, catching up with her family. Everything seemed normal, but she knew what had brought her back wasn’t just family. Deep down, she knew she wanted to see Uche.

It didn’t take long before she and Uche reconnected. He had also returned for the holidays, and their weekend rendezvous resumed as if no time had passed.

Glory found herself falling harder for Uche. He was intelligent, her ideal type. He treated her well and made her feel special. But as much as she wanted something real, Uche never made his intentions clear. He played the perfect gentleman, giving her mixed signals. He shared stories about his escapades in school, and each one stung. Was she just one of his many conquests?

Then, one night after dinner, as they texted, Uche casually sent a message that shattered her illusions: "Glory, what do you think about a th*****me?"

Her heart sank. That was when she knew. He never wanted more; he only wanted to satisfy his desires. She had been fooling herself. That night, she decided to make herself scarce until it was time to return to school.

One evening, while returning from work, Glory had a strange encounter. Lagos bus drivers were known for their antics, and today was no different. Since the driver didn't have change, he paired her with a stranger so they could split the fare.

The man beside her was unremarkable, not the least bit attractive. In fact, he seemed slightly tipsy. He barely spoke as they waited for their change, but when he finally turned to her, he asked, "Can I have your number?"

Glory hesitated. "Why?"

"You seem nice. Just to stay in touch," he replied.

Something about him intrigued her. He wasn’t anything like Uche—there was no charm, no calculated moves. He was just… there. On a whim, she gave him her number.

His name was Ikechukwu. She thought nothing of it at the time, but fate had other plans.

(To be continued...)

25/02/2025

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22/05/2024

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21/05/2024

TAINTED VIRGINITY
Chapter 7

As glory peered into the window, she saw CeeCee her roommate and her boyfriend in a compromising position. She stood transfixed to the spot as she watched them lock lips without noticing her presence. The scene in front of Glory brought memories back to her in a rush, memories that she would rather forget.

She immediately felt lightheaded and staggered for a bit, knocking over a few items in the process therefore alerting the occupants of the room of her presence. CeeCee disentangled herself to check who was at the window and Glory immediately left the verandah so as not to be caught spying. She wished she could unsee what she had seen but the deed had already been done.

CEECEE & KENNY'S POV
CeeCee is in a relationship with Kenny, whom Glory had always respected cause he seemed responsible. He was a final year student in their school while CeeCee was a level below him. He was always coming around to visit his girlfriend and treated Glory nicely whenever he came around but Glory wasn't really comfortable around him. CeeCee guarded him jealously and didn't let Glory get too close so she maintained her distance.

Glory's discomfort with witnessing CeeCee and Kenny's intimate moment had a profound effect on her. Glory was shocked and disoriented as she stumbled away from the window, trying to process what she had just seen. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, and her mind was racing with thoughts and emotions. Glory decided to take a walk to clear her head and try to process her thoughts. She some time to herself to clear her thoughts cause what she had seen had really disoriented her and awakened emotions that she would have preferred to remain surpreseed. She wondered how far they would've gone if she hadn't made that sound and interrupted them

She couldn't believe that CeeCee, who had always seemed so responsible, was engaged in an ungodly relationship. Glory had always admired her roommate and wished to have a chaste relationship like the one she had with Kenny but now she knew better. Glory began to recall times when Kenny would come and sleep over whenever she went home for holidays and how her roommate would make her go for night classes just so he would come over. She never really gave it much thought neither did she think there was anything like that going on, now she the scales had fallen off her eyes.

She somehow realized that she had been feeling oppressed and uncomfortable whenever Kenny came over to visit CeeCee. She felt like she was walking on eggshells, trying to avoid any interaction with him. This feeling of oppression had been building up for a while, and witnessing their intimate moment was the final straw.

Glory began to crave the love and attention that CeeCee received from Kenny. She felt like she was missing out on something special, something that CeeCee had and she didn't. She started to feel like she needed to find someone who would love and cherish her the way Kenny loved CeeCee. That's when Chibuike's persistent advances began to look more appealing to Glory. She had previously rejected him, but now she saw him in a different light. She thought that maybe he could be the one to give her the love and attention she so desperately craved.

Glory gave conditions that there would be no intimacy in the relationship and Chibuike agreed without hesitation. She thought his sight impediment would make him not be as sexually demanding as other guys she had come across, if only she knew that you do not need your sight to commit immorality, all you need is the heart. Even Jesus said that whoever lusts after a woman in his heart has committed fornication with her. You just have to think about it and dwell on it. If only she knew sexual urges are not affected by your eye sight.

Glory's desire for love and acceptance, combined with her discomfort with Kenny's presence, led her to say yes to Chibuike's proposal. She hoped that he would be the one to make her feel loved and cherished, and she was willing to overlook their differences to find that love.
In a way, Glory was seeking an escape from the uncomfortable feelings she had whenever Kenny came over. She was seeking a sense of belonging and love, and Chibuike's advances seemed like the perfect solution. Little did she know, this decision would lead her down a path she would be better off without.

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I FEEL FOR THIS LADY, SHE ALWAYS ENDS UP WITH THE WRONGS PERSON
BUT WHAT IS REALLY HAPPENING WITH HER?
SO GLORY HAS HER FIRST BOYFRIEND IN THE UNIVERSITY
I HOPE SHE WILL BE ABLE TO STAND HER GROUND THIS TIME AROUND

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17/05/2024

THE PRAYER BOX
Chapter III

Gripped with fear, the three friends stood transfixed at a spot not sure of what exactly was happening. After a while, the light in the room flickered back on and they saw the box sitting in the middle of the room like nothing had happened.
We need to get rid of this box, Sarah said with a shaky voice.
But Emily and Joseph disagreed with her; let's try to get to the root of this mystery, the box is trying to tell us something. Don't you want to know what it is?
But Sarah wanted no part in it. "We know nothing about the history of this box, neither do we know the dangers that await us if we decide to pursue this, let's just get rid of this box, forgot about it and go home.

After much persuasion from her, and seeing how terrified she was, the others decided to leave the box alone. They locked up the room and Left the house, trying to put the strange events behind them. But Sarah couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. She kept thinking about the box and the eerie feeling it gave her. She tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination, but she couldn't help but wonder what secrets the box held.

Days went by, and the three friends tried to go about their lives as usual. But strange things started happening. Emily would find strange symbols etched into her mirror and she always felt like she was being watched. Joseph on the other hand would hear whispers in his ear when he was alone. Sarah started having vivid nightmares, and she would wake up feeling like someone was watching her. Her dreams and visions were so vivid as if something or someone was trying to communicate with her

It became clear that the box had left a mark on them, and they couldn't ignore it anymore. They decided to meet up again and discuss what to do next. "We should have listened to Sarah and gotten rid of the box when we had the chance," Emily said, her voice laced with regret.

Joseph nodded in agreement. "We can't just sit back and wait for something worse to happen. We need to take action."
Sarah looked at her friends, her eyes filled with determination. "Let's do some research, find out where the box came from and what it's capable of. We need to know what we're up against." But first, let's try opening the box to see what exactly is inside.

One fateful night, the three friends decided to confront the mystery head-on. Joseph took the lead and approached the box, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. As he tried to opened the lid, a gust of wind blew out, extinguishing the candles around them. In the darkness, they heard a low, ominous whisper: "The box is not what it seems."

Their minds racing with questions, they continued to wonder what the voice meant but they weren't giving up. They were bent on uncovering the mystery of the prayer box. If only this box would open up so we can see what is inside, Joseph lamented but there seemed to be no way to open it. Sarah drew the box closer to herself and as she examined the box more closely, she noticed that the strange signs and symbols on it. These were no ordinary markings, they seemed very ancient almost like a code.

After several attempts to open the box, they decided to get some rest and go with Sarah's suggestion of carrying out their research about the box and it's mystical powers before attempting to open it again.
And what they found was terrifying than they could have ever imagined. It left them more confused and lost!!!!!!!!!

Meanwhile somewhere deep in the mountains, a set of persons in dark robes watched with expressionless faces as the teenagers struggled to decipher all that was going on.

Who are these people?
What do they want with Sarah and her friends ?

To be continued......
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16/05/2024

TAINTED VIRGINITY
Chapter 6

As I walked to school, I heard a voice calling out to me. "Excuse me, miss!" I turned around to see who was speaking, and the young man repeated, "Excuse me, miss, are you heading to the school gate?" he asked
I replied, "Yes, I am."
He then asked, "Could you help me get there?"
I was taken aback by his request, wondering why a grown man couldn't find his way to the gate, which was only a five-minute walk from his street. That was when I noticed the cane in his hand, and my heart went out to him. I realized he was blind, and I felt a surge of compassion.

I had never assisted a blind person before, but I was eager to help. I approached him, took his hand, and we began our journey to school. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder how he managed to study, given that our school didn't provide braille materials. But he seemed to sense my thoughts and reassured me, "Please don't feel sorry for me. I'm not entirely blind. I can see objects when they move, although they appear blurry. I can also distinguish between shapes, but I can't see colors." He went on to explain that he hadn't always been blind, but had gradually lost his sight due to cataracts, and had undergone surgeries to correct them.

We kept walking in silence till we got to the school gate
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"Thank you so much for helping me out," Chibuike said, his voice warm and sincere. "I really appreciate it." Can you tell me your name?

"Of course, I'm happy to help anytime," Glory replied. "I'm Glory."

"That's nice of you. Can I please have your number?" I am Chibuike by the way.

Sure why not!!! I took his phone and proceeded to input my phone number.

Where are you headed to? He asked

"I'm on my way to school. I have an early lecture."

I'm still in 100lvl. I'm still trying to figure things out and get used to these early morning lectures."
"I remember those days," Chibuike chuckled. "It gets better, trust me. So, what made you decide to help me out today?"

"I don't know...I just felt bad seeing you struggling, I guess."

"That's very kind of you, Glory. Most people wouldn't have stopped. You have a good heart."

Glory blushed, feeling a sense of pride and purpose.

"Thanks again for your help, Glory," Chibuike said, as he boarded a bus. "Maybe I'll see you around campus?"

"I'd like that," Glory replied, smiling. "Take care."

As she continued on her way to class, Glory couldn't shake off the feeling that she had just met someone special. From that day on, Glory made it a point to check in on Kingsley regularly, helping him with errands and tasks around campus. They would sit and talk for hours, discussing everything from their dreams and aspirations to their fears and challenges. He lived alone too, so it was easy and comfortable for her to come and go as she pleased.
He would offer tips and advice on how she would overcome certain challenges as a fresher, he also went on to treat her with so much care and affection.

As their relationship deepened, Glory noticed that Chibuike had started to develop feelings for her. However, Glory was a self-proclaimed 'playgirl' who never really committed to any relationship. She had a talent for acting sweet and charming, effortlessly making people fall for her, only to withdraw her affections and leave them heartbroken.
Glory was flattered by Chibuike's affection and knew he was going to ask her out and she was right. One day, she was at his place helping him study. During her free time, she came over to help him read out his handouts and record them so he could listen to them later since he couldn't see.
When she was done, she was relaxing on the bed when he suddenly asked her to be his girlfriend.

She was flattered by the question but knew she couldn't date a blind guy, so she found a way to evade the question and remain friends without hurting his feelings. She was determined focus on her academics since it was her first year, she wasn't ready to condone any distractions and she made it clear to him.
She was thankful he didn't persist with the question cause she wasn't sure she would have stood her ground if he had continued asking. She applauded herself and rejoiced inwardly for having kept her resolve to remain focused and leave everything behind her.

Glory quickly made her excuses and left Chibuike's apartment, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite process. She was relieved to be out of the situation, but also felt guilty for leaving him in a moment of distress. As she got home, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. It was already evening and her roommate should be back from school by this time as usual. But main door was locked while the verandah door was left ajar and she didn't have her keys since they had to share one. When she went and peered in through the front window, she was met with a shock that made her blood run cold.

(To be continued...)
Only You can satisfy my heart
Only you can satisfy my soul
If only I had known that only Jesus could satisfy that yearning within me
I sought for that satisfaction in other places opening myself up for the wicked spirits sponsoring those activities.
MAN IS A VESSEL THAT IS MEANT TO HOUSE THE KING OF KINGS BUT WHEN THIS VESSEL DOES NOT SUBMIT HIMSELF TO BE FILLED BY THE SPIRIT OF GOD
ACCESS IS AUTOMATICALLY GRANTED TO OTHER FOUL SPIRITS
IGNORANCE ABOUT THIS CANNOT EXEMPT YOU FROM IT

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16/05/2024

THE PRAYER BOX
Episode II

Sarah relayed the strange occurrences to her best friends Emily and Joseph, at first they thought she was just exaggerating due to the stress of having to attend to the multiple prayer requests that come in every day. They advised her to relinquish care of the box to either of them while she takes a break. She hesitantly agreed to do so and left the box in Emily and Joseph's care.

Days later, Emily and Joseph returned the box to Sarah, their faces pale and worried. "We can't keep it," Emily said, her voice trembling. "Strange things happened while we had it."
Sarah's eyes widened as they recounted their experiences: the unexplained noises, the moving shadows, and the feeling of being watched. She listened intently, her mind racing with possibilities.

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As they stood there, surrounded by the quiet of the room, and wondering what to do about the box a sudden movement caught their attention. A slip of paper had appeared from within the box, as if pushed out by an invisible hand. The three friends moved away from the box, greatly terrified of touching the slip of paper, they remained like that until Joseph summoned up courage. This courage was fueled by his curiosity and desire to unravel the mystery surrounding the box. Without a word, he reached for it, but as he tried to pull it out, the paper kept extending, revealing nothing but blank space.

The three friends exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts racing with anticipation.
What was the box trying to convey? And why wouldn't the paper stop unfolding?

Joseph let go of the paper and as they watched, the paper continued to unroll, spilling out of the box and across the floor like a never-ending stream. It filled the room, wrapping around furniture and climbing up the walls. The three friends stood frozen, mesmerized by the relentless flow of paper.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a soft, whispery voice, seemingly coming from the box itself. The voice spoke in a language they couldn't understand, but the tone was unmistakable - urgent, pleading, and mysterious. Without warning, the paper stopped unfolding, leaving the room in silence. The three friends looked at each other, then back at the box, which now sat quietly, as if waiting for their next move.

"What just happened?" Emily whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

Sarah shook her head. "I don't know, but I think we're in over our heads."

Joseph took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the box. "We need to figure out what this thing is and what it wants."

As they stood there, the paper began to rustle, and a single sentence appeared, scrawled in ink: "The truth is hidden in the threads of time."

The three friends exchanged puzzled glances. "What does it mean?" Emily asked, her brow furrowed.

Sarah's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what it means and I do not care to know, we need to leave immediately.

Joseph who had always been the adventurous one was having none of it. "I think it's a clue. We need to find out what 'threads of time' refers to."

"As they stood there, trying to decide what to do, suddenly, the room went dark, and a low whisper echoed through the silence: 'And now, you're running out of time...'"

To be continued...........

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15/05/2024

THE PRAYER BOX

Sarah had always been a shy and introverted teenager, struggling to find her place in the world. She attended church with her family, but never felt like she quite fit in. That was until the day she found a mysterious box in one of the abandoned rooms at the local church.
The box was old and worn, with a simple inscription on the lid: "Write your prayers, and God will answer." At first, Sarah thought it was just a quirky little thing, but as she felt a spark of curiosity to know if prayers really worked, she decided to give it a try

Sarah decided to write a prayer of her own, for her struggling family. Her parents had been arguing a lot lately, and they were on the verge of separation and also her little brother was struggling in school. With trembling hands, Sarah wrote her prayer and deposited it into the box. And then, she waited. Days passed, and Sarah almost forgot about the box. But then, something strange started to happen. Her parents began to argue less, and her little brother started to excel in school.

At first she thought it was a coincidence, but then she decided to let someone else try it out so she informed her best friend Emily about the strange box. Emily, was the pastor's daughter, who had been struggling with depression and anxiety. She wrote a heartfelt plea for peace and calm, and to Sarah's surprise, her anxiety began to lift within days. Still wanting to be really sure about the whole thing, she informed Joseph, their crippled friend, who wrote a prayer for his feeble knees to heal. To the amazement of them all, his legs was fully restored within a week.

Soon, news of the mysterious box that answers prayers began spread, more and more people started writing their prayers. Some wrote for healing, others for guidance or protection. And to their astonishment, their prayers were being answered in miraculous ways.
As the prayer box (they started calling it that) became a sensation, Sarah found herself at the center of it all. She became the unofficial caretaker of the box, collecting and depositing the slips of prayer requests into the prayer box. And as she did, she started to feel a sense of purpose and belonging she had never felt before.

As the months went by, the prayer box became a source of fascination and intrigue. People whispered about its mysterious power, how it seemed to grant prayers and transform lives. But as its popularity grew, so did the strange occurrences surrounding it.
Slips of paper would suddenly appear from the tiny opening on the box, with cryptic messages scrawled on them, almost as if someone was trying to send a message. This has never happened happened before in all the time that Sarah watched over the box in the Church cellar.

Soon enough, stranger things began to occur, many of the locals claimed to have seen shadowy figures lurking around the room where the box was placed at night, while others heard eerie whispers in the wind. Sarah also started to feel a creeping sense of unease, as if the box was exerting some kind of influence over her.

Sarah, go and get the door! Her mom called from the kitchen
Sarah heard the single knock on the door and when she opened the door, she found no one. She noticed a slip of paper on the doorstep and when she bent down to pick it up and read it, it contained a single word: "STOP". She dismissed it as a prank from some of the troublesome kids in the area but it kept occuring every night. By the 7th time, Sarah was paralyzed with fear, unsure of what to do. Was someone threatening her, what had she done wrong, was this all connected to the prayer box?

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