Chapter 370 - The Congregation (1/2)

My face was already dark when I saw what was happening inside but everyone seemed to have released a little bit of killing intent combined with despair, fear, anger, disgust, and restlessness the moment the doors were fully open.

The inside was so f.u.c.k.i.e.d up, I could not believe how the 'father' managed to convince this number of people to follow his every whim. Everyone that came inside was excited that they were first and the ones that were left outside were showing dissatisfaction when I was scouting them through my scope earlier.

We then heard the 'choir' singing live.

”Amaz… ing… gr… cchk… ace...”

”Howchh… sweet… the… ch… NyyaRH… sou… nd...”

”That… schhaa… ve…. Ch…”

”A… retchhC… likechhCk… me...”

The scene was too much to take in at once.

They were singing a gospel song but their limbs were missing. I forgot to mention, they were all dead but they were still wearing their torn up robes. A few dozen 'choir members' were behind the podium and they were just 'stacked' neatly so they wouldn't fall down. Their bodies were in the process of decay and the things that were making them stand upright were their limbs which were ripped apart from their bodies.

”H-How can t-they do that?” Ashley muttered, disgusted.

”Their torsos are still intact...” I explained a few things.

For our voices to come out of our bodies, it still needed more than just our heads. Our vocal folds could only produce sound when they all come together and vibrate when we exhale air from our lungs and said air passes through our vocal folds. The cult members made sure that their torsos were intact for the 'choir' to remain singing.

Everyone was silent.

”How long did they f.u.c.k.i.n.g collect this amount of bodies that could talk? Are they just lucky and they found them all in the same spot? Well… they're still wearing their uniforms but still… nevermind...” I thought to myself.

I was first distracted by the choir but there was so much more inside. Before we get to reach the 'choir' and see them up close, we need to get through a few other 'attractions' inside.

Four rows of long wooden pews with excellent craftsmanship were filled to the brim with blood-stained people nailed on their seats. However, their hands were clasped together and their heads were pointed to a different direction for lack of a better term.

Their heads were yanked back and two metal stakes were planted through their eye sockets, right through the pew's velvet cushions. Not only that, but their jaws were also dislodged and the skin of their chin was sewn through their neck, forcing their mouths to open wide. Their lips were also cut open from the side so their 'smile' could be even wider.

I was looking at each of the bodies on the pews but something was dripping from the ceiling. It wasn't just a one-time thing, it was like… rain… of blood.

”What the f.u.c.k...” Brian muttered.

”Bro… look up.” Jared mentioned.

We all instinctively looked up and we simultaneously shook our heads.

It was 'raining' inside the church.

More than a hundred fresh bodies were getting bled out slowly from the ceiling and they were all tied by a rope. They were upside-down and the knots were located at their feet while a huge gash was located on their necks.

The final droplets of blood remaining from their bodies could be the ones we were witnessing because the white marble flooring beneath us was blood-red. Their blood must've gushed out the moment their necks were slit open earlier. The way they were placed was almost the right angle for their blood to flow through the mouths of the ones beneath them.

No one was speaking aside from the 'choir' in the middle of the podium but we all decided to make sure that none from the ceiling come back. Some of them have already turned and it would only be a matter of time before they all turned to something else. We shot a few that were already moving but we stopped when a few who were hung up fell down when the rope holding them up was nicked. Their bodies crashed to the pews but they never got back up again.

”H-How did they get them up there though?” Matthew muttered.

I was wondering as well and I took a few steps forward.

I saw a few pulleys installed in the ceiling where there was a beautiful mural painted before. The mural was now defaced by the bodies hanging around literally. There was a second-floor balcony where the ropes were fastened and tied in one place.

The rest took a peek as well and we continued shooting a few. However, Oscar tapped my back and told us to stop.

”Kid, can't we just burn the whole church down like we did the gymnasium? These things shouldn't exist in the first place. All these things did was give false hope and false information. They literally sacrificed themselves for nothing.” Oscar said, with an angered expression.