The Black Man

The footsteps approached quietly until they stopped directly behind me.

I still didn't dare to turn around. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall, slim man with broad shoulders. He was wearing an elegant black suit and a black tie around his neck over a crisp white shirt.

The air between us suddenly felt electrically charged. My skin tingled all over.

Who was that? What did he want here?

It would have been the obvious thing to do to simply ask him. But I couldn't get a word out. Something in my subconscience told me that I wouldn't like his answers.

Then I felt his hand on my shoulder. Unasked and uninvited.

I almost panicked. But I suppressed the urge to break free and run away. After all, this was my church. If anyone had to leave, it was him.