"This is Stephanie, Reverend Wood's wife." "Oh, yes." "I am calling to ask you a favor. Reverend Wood will be out of town this evening and I do need someone who is nice and strong to come and help me with a problem." "I would be glad to come and help you with your problem, Stephanie." "Well thank you very much Mr. Parson. Could you meet me by the alter around eight o'clock this evening?" "That will be fine, Stephanie." "Thank you again, Mr. Parson. 'Bye." "Bye." She smiled as she put the phone back on the receiver. "I must make one more little preparation." It was a normal day for Stephanie, preparing the bulletin for the following Sunday. If someone looked in on her they would swear that she was acting like a little kid just before Christmas Eve. She took extra care in getting ready before meeting Mr. Parson. Sha didn't look at all like a minister's wife as she walked to the sanctuary. Her good points were more noticeable and no one could miss the scent she was wearing. She opened the sanctuary door, walked to the center of the chancel, up the three rises, and to the alter where Mr. Parson was standing. "Such a beautiful man," she said to herself as she looked from his head to his toes. "Good evening, Stephanie." "Good evening, Mr. Parson." "Now what kind of problem do I have the privilege of helping you with?" "This will sound quite odd to you, Mr. Parson..." "Call me Mark." "Of course, Mark. Last night I had a strange dream about being here and pulling up a loose board from the floor. Looking through the opening I could see all sorts of horrid creatures coming toward me from below. It frightened me so and looked so real I felt as if it truly happened. I was afraid to come here alone and see for myself so I felt it best to call you. Would you kindly help me look? I know this is insane, but if you would please help me look..."She took hold of his hands and looked straight into his eyes. "Please." "Of course I will. Where shall we begin?" "Let us look everywhere. We can't miss an inch." They got on their knees and began searching along the floors crawling between the pews and aisles. Three or four minutes passed when finally they almost bumped heads. "Have you seen anything?" "No I haven't. I must have been dreaming...I'm glad it was a dream. It was too horrible to be true." "What, what did you say? Oh yes, I am glad it was a dream too." 8