These robes/coats were hanging up on hooks outside in the church foyer. We also broke off a bit of paling off a picket fence and stuck it in a hedge of some person's home and let air out of the tires of the car belonging to the senior leader of the girl guides group.
That night when I went to sleep, I heard church bells ringing and woke up. My bedroom blind were open and l found myself in a state of deep trance. Next minute, I was walking on the church grounds in the dark with only a street light on me. I felt a presence behind me and was frozen in terror but made a straining effort to turn my heavy head around to face tis presence. I turned with horror to face a faceless person in a long black robe similar to the robe I stole money from. This faceless person held an axe that was coming down to strike me.
I woke in a sweat and tried to scream but noting came out, my voice was taken from me. I tried getting out of bed, my legs felt heavy and bound to the bed. I was frozen and no-one could hear me and yet the church bells were ear piercing.
I closed my eyes tight and drifted to sleep somehow. The following morning, I told my parents about my dream. They replied by saying to me that I must have been warned or punished for something I have done wrong and must pray for forgiveness. My parents are christians and I respected their wishes that day. I believe without a doubt that their is a strong presence of spiritual life that can help us if we let it.