On the way home, I saw a place called The Indian Church. I read it wrong on first glance, thinking it was Indian Search, and asked my husband of we could go because I was curious about my Native American ancestors. When I realized I read it wrong, I said never mind, but we went anyway.
Inside was set up like a church dinner with those white plastic tables, but everything was vegan. The steaks were fake, and the pepperoni on the giant pizza slices were fake. My husband was mad because he doesn't like vegan food, but we stayed to eat for whatever reason.
He went to the bathroom, and I looked around and noticed most people were only eating one entree, so I got my pizza and asked a guy I sat with if people ever ate more or went back for seconds, and he told me he wouldn't, so I didn't.
After awhile, I noticed my husband had been missing awhile, so I texted him. A few minutes later, two girls came from the direction of the bathrooms towards me, making some snide remark about my husband and how there was something wrong with his ear. Ignoring them, I went straight into the male bathroom to find him lying on the floor, pants half down, face bleeding. I helped him up and got him dressed, and we left the room to find the food area was empty. We were about to leave when I realized I lost my bag. I looked everywhere for it but couldn't find it.
Finally, we went into another area that looked like a church sanctuary, which was where all the dinner guests had migrated to, and found my bag on the floor under a pew. I had to pull it out by the strap and found that all my keychains had been removed and stuck around various pockets on my bag, so I clipped the easy ones back on and just left the rest. We left after that.
When my dog went missing, I found out they were responsible due to a website, and got her back. Later, my husband and I decided to return to the cult to rescue our friend, who was apparently named Daniel, even though the only Daniel I think looks like the man in question is someone I haven't talked to in years.
When we returned, the yard outside was filled with frolicking pokemon. Yes, pokemon. We got mad because the cult was fake. They were trying to make it look happy when it was actually a horrible place.
We went inside, and I took my dog, who sat right on a woman's shoe. I told her my dog liked her shoe and thought that if this cult was really made of animal-loving vegans, they wouldn't mind. She minded. She didn't get yell or anything, but she made a face and moved her shoe.
I also recall sitting in a chair and looking at the section of toys for the kids and seeing the dollhouse my son's babysitter's husband was selling.
