October 28th,
They say when you go looking for answers, be ready for what you might find.
I don't think I was.
But I also don't think I can walk away now.
***
There was something unsettling about walking the campus at night — not because it was dark, but because lately, it felt like the darkness was aware of us.
Tony, Anita, and I had gone out again, following Mayumi's map. We weren't exactly sure what we were looking for — just that the abandoned science building had something to reveal.
And it did.
From the outside, it looked ordinary enough. Rusted doors, broken windows, signs of disuse. But just as we were about to step back, Anita stopped.
"Wait. Do you see that?" she asked, pointing near a cracked wall.
There was a gate.
Not a door — a literal metal gate, slightly ajar, tucked behind overgrown hedges. It hadn't been in the original building plans. I was sure of it. Even Mayumi looked confused.
"That wasn't here… before. I swear it wasn't."
Tony stepped forward.
"We go in, we go in together. Agreed?"
We nodded.
The gate creaked as it opened. Cold air rushed out like the breath of a tomb. Inside was a narrow hallway lined with flickering lights — lights that shouldn't have been working in a dead building.
Then came the chanting.
Low. Rhythmic. Sinister.
Anita froze, her eyes glowing faintly.
"It's a blood-binding ceremony," she whispered. "They're trying to bind a scroll — one with names."
I felt my locket heat up beneath my shirt. My fingers curled around it.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed behind us.
We turned — no one.
But when we faced forward again, there was a figure at the end of the hallway. Hooded. Still.
Watching.
We didn't run. Not at first.
Then the figure stepped forward — and we saw the spiral mark on the wall begin to glow.
Tony grabbed our hands.
"We're not ready for this yet. Let's go."
Just as we turned to leave, the hallway behind us shifted. The gate we entered through had vanished — replaced by a brick wall.
Panic hit like a slap. I almost screamed — until I remembered what Dad said:
"When the natural breaks, stand in the supernatural."
We prayed.
Out loud.
In tongues.
Boldly.
And the wall — the illusion — began to crack.
We escaped barely in time.
Outside, the night had turned quiet. Too quiet.
Mayumi met us where the bushes started and helped pull us away. Her hands trembled.
"I remembered something," she said, voice shaking. "When I was taken… they said 'Selah must not return.'"
My breath caught.
So they knew me.
They knew who I really was.
And they feared it.
Back at the hostel, Anita lay on her bed, eyes wide open.
"They're building something," she said softly. "A web… spiritual and physical. We're part of what's meant to tear it down."
Tony sat across from her, Bible open on his lap.
"And we're not alone. We've got people praying. And God doesn't abandon His warriors."
I nodded, heart still pounding.
But deep inside, I knew:
This war had history.
This war had prophecy.
And I was the interruption.
***
They fear Selah.
But they don't realize Selah has returned.
And I'm not running.