Pastor Mann wasn't even sure why he was nervous as he waited with the six members of the church's senior youth group in the shady parking lot at the back of their church.
It was probably for the same reason anyone would be taking the delivery they were going to be unloading from the truck which currently backed up. It certainly wasn't that the truck was full of clothing, but more where that clothing came from.
Everyone in town had heard stories about the house, whether any of those stories were true or not couldn't be pinned down. The house had supposedly vanished, but before that were tales of all sorts of sin and debauchery, a family corrupted in ways never imagined, even the realtor that sold the house falling victim in truly twisted ways.
Surely they were all stories though, and Pastor Mann wasn't one to believe in such ungodly evil. As the driver left the trailer for the weekend to be unloaded, the pastor knew he had to entertain some unique and pushy questions from his six youth members, a few of them definitely trying at times.
Explaining that the clothes came from that family, left behind wherever they went, he told them that the church would be storing them in the basement as none of the usual donation options work for such fancy if unworn articles of clothing. He also explained that there was the potential to use some of the clothing as costumes for future youth performances and plays at the church, which was why they were helping to unload the truck.
Of all the group, only Jennifer was truly shy and meek, the one sweet wholesome girl who Pastor Mann knew wouldn't push boundaries or challenge him on more discussion about the reported crude debauchery of that home where these clothes came from. Still, with others like Sanders and Jake, the troublemakers in the group, it probably wasn't going to be the easiest day at the church.
Opening the back of the trailer, leaving the youth to handle the unloading, Pastor Mann knew he was better off inside the church, but he could never have imagined just what sort of loads those youth would be exchanging and handling before too long.
As soon as the trailer was open, Sanders and his buddy Jake vanished off into the dark recesses of the back of it, lost behind endless pitch black shadows of clothing which seemed to somehow block out all light. When they never returned, the others assumed it was a joke, but when hands reached from the darkness and grabbed poor Jennifer, the joke was clearly over.
Sanders and Jake had changed clothes, putting on something from the trailer, and soon they were rather violently assaulting poor Jennifer, forcing her to slip on a floral print dress.
It became quite obvious soon enough that more than the threads were bare in this old dress, her very soul bared and beaten before giving in to total wickedness that a shy girl like Jennifer never would have imagined.
Just what is the secret behind these mysterious clothes? What house did they come from? And will anyone, even Pastor Mann, ever be anything but sinful and depraved again?
Find out in the tale that truly twists to feed readers what they have been wishing for.