The back door is open and the cameras tell all

You awake to recognise that there's a breeze blowing down the corridor from your back door. Hang on, your back door wasn't open earlier. You start to get up but your legs are still a bit wobbly from your sexual experiences. With horror you turn to the camera in the kitchen and hit rewind.

You watch Sister Holly's companion busily making a cup of tea. But then she stops. She opens up a drawer and starts putting items in a bag over her shoulder. Soon she starts ransacking the kitchen. When her bag is full, she heads towards the living room and peeks her head in. She looks at your passed out form, then waves at the camera. Then she goes and opens the back door. Three big men, in similar religious garb come in. You follow the cameras as they clear out your study, your bedroom, even the storeroom at the back of the house where you keep your crap. They carry everything out the back door and return quick enough to let you know that they've got a vehicle out the back. Sure enough, the camera out the back shows a Ford Transit being loaded with all your earthly possessions except the contents of your living room.

Groggily you stagger into the kitchen and behold your stripped cupboards. There's a note on the bench.

'Thank you for your donations. Sister Holly didn't appreciate hers so we took compensation. Have fun in hell.'

Hey, at least they didn't take your TV.