He was at a loose end and decided to take a stroll. It was a cool evening. The sunset fostered an amiable ambience. He was new in the neighbourhood. He loved its serene and colourful nature. There were not many places like it. He sat for a while in the park. He took a walk through the meadow.
The old cathedral was his last port of call before going back home. He stood in front of it and gave it a cursory view. It looked abandoned and forlorn. He pushed the door and went in. The door made a squeaky sound as it closed behind him. The receding sun rays gave a dim light to the cathedral’s enclosure. The pews were old and dusty. The sculptures reminded him of past times with his grandma. She recited the Apostle’s Creed every night with him. He loved the artwork and old paintings.
As he moved closer to the pulpit, he could hear the sound of each step he took. He halted in his steps. There was a different sound. It was coming from a far distance. Fear crept into him. As he turned around, the sound approached him. It was a loud sound like a wild celebration.
“What have you got yourself into? Brace up to escape,” he thought.
Suddenly, four men appeared dressed in ancient attires. They were veiled. Each held a horn and blew into it. They stood at the cardinal points. This was followed by a throng of people. They came through a door that stood alone. They made a loud rejoicing sound. Some held upright banners with inscriptions.
He was frightened and confused. They seemed not to take note of him. It was amazing. They encircled the room. As he was about to move his body to join in the dance, they disappeared. A stillness swept through.