John’s story
...of the ironic door, wondering what I should do to enter it but while I was thinking about that it has opened itself. I went in and found myself in the long and dark hall having many pictures of dead people on its walls. I was scared but continued my walk toward the place from which many voices were coming out. I stopped and looked in. What they were doing seemed to me quite strange but I have entered the room, looking at the crowd of people standing on their knees in front of the man I met in the park. He was saying at that moment: “I am the one whom you must bow, because I am the only one who is able to provide you with happiness, I am the universe, and you have to obey me. Do you here me?” he cried. “Yes”, replied the crowd. And then he saw me and stated: “Today, we have a newcomer. Come in John”. I was surprised that he knew my name although I have never told him about it. I think he guessed what I was thinking about and said confidently: “I know everything”. And I believed him. “You are now one of us, the one of our big family”. And that was actually not all. He told me also that I had to give all my properties. To my question “Why?” he answered: “Since today, you will not need them anymore; you will become free from everything simple human beings get worried about. I said “ok” unconsciously. “But do you know what will happen to you if you don’t listen to my orders?” Before I said “no”, he said: “Your life would become nothing. Everyday you would wake up scared about your well-being. You will hear different voices in your ears. The souls of dead people will torture you. You would see ugly faces following you everywhere. And then you will just die unable to endure all those things. That is why you have to listen to my words and obey to whatever I say otherwise you will not find peace even after your death. You must believe to every word I would say, I have warned you”. And I believed him. I became a member of that society. I gave all my properties to him… Every night we gathered in that dark room, and the Teacher (we called him like that) prayed about something. The members of that “family” were growing and growing in their number. How come? During daytime we walked in the streets searching for people who were depressed who didn’t believe in anything anymore. We told them about our teacher, we told them that they would never have troubles in their lives anymore. That we were all brothers and sisters here that we were all happy, and we were not worried about tomorrow’s day, because we were sure that we would be able to overcome anything together. We invited everybody in our society. Some people looked at us with fear, some people just desired to obey to our Father and become a member of our cooperation. Then at nights we covered our faces with masks and went out to steel everybody who was walking late at night. We gave all the money to Him. We actually didn’t realize what we were doing, for us it was just an order we had to obey to. We beat many people, many of them died, but we didn’t care, we were afraid of our Father and continued to do what we were doing. No one doubted about what our Teacher was saying, every word he said was a rule for us. Those ones who didn’t want to comply He just beat. Once one of our sisters shouted that she was tired of him, and she didn’t want to listen to his words anymore. He calmly turned his head toward her and said: “John?” “Yes, Teacher”, I replied. “Do you want to become a full member of our big family?” “Of course”, I replied without thinking. “Good, he said, but you have to prove us that you really deserve that title. Beat her, he ordered to me. “I can’t”, I said to him. “Do that!” he ordered to me more strictly. “No”, I told him again. I tell you the last time - do that! “No” was my last reply. He took a big knife and went toward the woman. While I realized what he was doing he pushed already the knife in her stomach, and she fell down bleeding. “N-o-o”, I cried and wanted to run toward her willing to help. But he stopped me, and said: “Don’t touch her, she is mine...