He had no choice but to walk toward the church's front door. Even though it looked like a mouth, he just had to ignore that fact. He wanted to get to the bottom of that haunt. If he was dead, he wanted to know why and how. The answers he wanted had to come from the church. He stood in front of the church door and closed his eyes for a few moments. It was as if he wanted to gain inner strength. Perhaps find some courage in his soul. The horror and dark memories of the last time he stood at the door came rushing back. It taunted with him as he screamed as loud as he could. The scream echoed off the emptiness inside and attacked him like hungry mosquitoes. He stumbled forward until he passed the threshold. He gathered himself and stood still for a moment, reflecting, remembering...