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appearance.  Fortunately, traffic was uncommon on the road, and she passed a few wooden carts on the way.  Only once did she curse as a cart that was heading in the opposite direction hogged the inside road, making a wide turn, causing her to inch to the edge where there was nothing between her car and the drop but open air.  As he smiled and waved a greeting to her as she passed, she waved weakly as she passed and inwardly swore at him for making her almost plummet to her death.  Soon afterwards, she came to a fork in the road where the general traffic and the road to the church split.  As she headed left to drive to the church, she felt mild relief at the thought that the last cart she had just passed would probably be the end of her vehicular problems that would be blocking her way.  As she travelled upwards, her grated nerves frayed more and more as the hairpin turns drew tighter and the potholes grew larger, decreasing the width of the road.  Natasha grumbled as she had to get out of the car twice to roll off a boulder the size of her head sitting in the centre of the road so she could get the car around it.  As she rounded the next sharp turn, she could see through the brush and trees the dark spire of the church she was heading to.  A sense of elation came over Natasha when she realized that her scary commute was almost at an end.  Looking at the road ahead, she noticed in the next dip downwards, a huge chunk of road in the edge of the corner turn was eaten away by erosion.  If she moved the car forward, the right tire would fall into it, causing the vehicle to tip and fall into the abyss.  There was no going past this point.  She would have to walk the rest of the way.  Carefully, she reversed the car to a wider part of the road where she could turn it around in the direction of home.  Lifting the camera equipment out of the trunk, she hiked the rest of the way up to the church hidden in the foliage ahead.
         Finally arriving at the church, it had suddenly struck her how isolated she felt.  Twenty years, she reminded herself, was the last time someone set foot inside it. The silence of the woods surrounded her.  She could detect no signs of wildlife anywhere near the church, no birds chirping, no insects buzzing or squirrels bouncing from tree to tree. The trees nearest to the church were gnarled at the base of the roots and warped in unnatural, unsettling shapes.  As there was no wind, it felt like an empty stagnant vacuum, lost in time.  She checked her phone.  No signal.  She couldn’t even tell Tom she made it to the church in one piece.  The large black wooden structure loomed before her, giving her a sensation of eerie foreboding.  Shaking off her unease, she advanced towards the building and came to the ornate wooden arch framing over the door.  It contained a huge carved snake curled around and gnawing at a twisted rope, eyes malevolently pointed downwards to look at the visitor beneath its gaze.  Shadows playing off the coils of the snake tricked the eye into believing that it was almost moving, winding and turning around the rope in its grasp. Natasha opened the bag and took out the camera and tripod to take some pictures of the doorway.  She then moved around the perimeter of the church, taking pictures from different angles and noting the condition of the building.  For being abandoned for so long, the solid oak structure held up very well over time.  She couldn’t find any loose or rotting boards on the church whatsoever.   Satisfied with her outdoor shots, she headed back towards the door, lugging the equipment with her.    She turned the key in the door and fought a mild shiver of anxiety as it creaked open.  Standing briefly outside of the open door, she let her eyes adjust to the dim interior before advancing inside.  Dusty pews and benches lined with embroidered cloth greeted her in the main room.  A worn Persian-style rug covered the floor.  As she walked