This is a guest blog from Stereos & Souffles:
So I invite LL&L over for a quiet night of gumbo and girl talk. We're sitting on the lanai after dinner and she tells me she hears a chainsaw. We listen closer and the sound is more like "worship the devil, I am the devil" and we can't figure out where it's coming from.
It definitely sounds like a live death metal band plugged into an amplifier of magnamous porportion. I say that I'm calling the sherrif's department (you know, cause I'm an old lady now and need my quiet time) but we need to know where it's coming from.
We hop in the car and drive towards the devil music. After locating the strob lights in the sky, we narrow it down to a Methodist church near by. LL&L is thinking someone is there stealing electricity rockin out. I'm thinking, if I wasn't afraid of the church before, I definitely am now.
We head home and call the sherrif's department and I tell them it sounds like a satanic sacrifice is occurring. They said "uh oh, okay a deputy is on the way."
Satan and his followers were shut down within 5. Good rules over evil yet again.