I was about five, my sister had already been going to sunday school for a while and it was my first day to go to St Aldhems with her.
When we got there i saw the stained glass windows i'd been told about and was dissapointed when i found out that i wouldn't be up here in the main part of the church with my sister, there were different tables for different age groups.
The nursery age went down under the church in a "special room".

So we get led to a door behind the pulpit and walk down some stone steps turning to the left. The woman who was leading seven of us got to the old door at the bottom opened it and makes doubly sure of wedging it open. Its a bit spooky, and i can feel the other children getting scared, a couple of girls are complaining, working themselves up to a scream, the woman is telling them to stop being silly. I think, "shes scared", because of the way she did the door.

As i come level to a thin window on my right i hear footsteps running and look out, a man in strange old clothes runs past, followed by another wearing a cloth tied on as a hat they have different coloured hair, the second is a bit younger and i think he helps. They have very serious faces and are looking straight ahead.
Just behind them is a young "man" with blonde hair who has a terrified expression on his face, eyes wide, mouth in an o shape, his head turning to look at somthing on the floor beneath the window i was looking out of. His eyes finished widening in their expression of horror and they were past the window continuing their sprint towards the front of the church.

I wondered what they were running towards, i thought about the boys scared face and that whatever it was they were still running towards it.
I wondered what was under the window and thought of a cat that had maybe been ran over and was being eaten by maggots and ants. Then a voice in my head said "shoot em in the face".
I thought this was unfair as they looked scared enough as it was and didn't look like soldiers.
I wondered if they were being chased by soldiers, but noone came past the window after them.
As the voice spoke i saw the mouth it belonged to in my mind, i thought "what do you look like?" and the rest of the face appeared around the mouth.
Then my grans mouth replaced the vision, her voice said "he's rotten" i thought "and i know your gran", then the rest of her face appeared, both only briefly.

The man was the of the same style as the men outside the window, same earthy appearance.
His hair though was dirty straggly and his teeth looked rotten, i thought maybe this was what gran had meant? Then i felt "to the core" faintly, more like a whisper.

Then i felt "the doors locked" but i could see it was open and you can't lock a door open. I knew the voice was trying to scare me, because i was the only one that knew it was there or that had seen stuff out of the  

The girls had shut up and noone else was really saying anything. all this had taken seconds, about three steps.
Did the voice say " i've got the key" but i knew that didn't matter with the door being wedged open.
Then i knew there was no key and thought "no you havn't" I heard "don't bump your head" and i realised the rotten man didn't know how tall i was or how old i was.
(I later asked my dad what a sign above a door at the brunswick club said, it was supposed to be "mind your head" not "don't bump your head".)
 
Still on the steps i wondered where he was, and looked to my left at the stone wall, the woman at the bottom of the steps had turned left, there was a wall straight ahead and i knew the door was opened against a wall as the woman had banged it twice. (she was doing this as the voice of rotten man was saying its locked)

I assumed there was a room to the left and this was where he was. We went in, it was very small, five foot across and ten long, with plank benches set in the walls along either side, about eight kneeling cushions and no windows.
I couldn't see him but decided he must be in here so, (maybe having an idea of hell) i tell him he has to get under the stones the floor is made of, then worried about the worms i tell him to get right down to where there isn't anything.

(I later saw men doing roadworks and decide to ask my nan what was under us if you keep digging down?, she told me australia, i asked what was in the middle, puzzled she told me hot rock.)

The two blonde girls, three boys, a girl called emma and myself were told to kneel on the cushions and a picture of jesus to colour in was put on the benches in front of each of us. (Mine was jesus walking on the palm leaves wearing the crown of thorns).
I asked for a red pencil. The woman turned to the two blonde girls on the other side of the room and asked them what colour they would like.

I didn't like this room and wondered if the man was gone? I thought he ought to be as i'd just told him to get under the stones.
I was looking straight ahead at a stone wall, then i noticed somthing coming from the floor, it was bright, it had reached my five year old kneeling chest height by this time. (about two foot).
I looked around and the bit i looked at faded, but i realised the bit coming from the floor was still there, i twitched my eyes back slightly towards the direction they had been pointing wondering if it would reappear.
It didn't, not in that space but it did just above my head. I could see emma through the gap, she didn't seem to have noticed anything.
Now there was a wide column of light rising from the floor to the ceiling on my right, with a faint gap i'd made by looking straight at it.

I thought of a girl and realised she wasn't staying down here as the light reached the ceiling. "I don't blame you" i thought " i don't like it down here and i haven't been here as long as you".
I thought of my sister upstairs with all the stained glass windows to look at and thinking the girl in the light must be older than me, i said "oh my sisters upstairs, maybe you could play with her?"

Then i realised she was going to keep going, right up through the roof of the church and that was very high but it didn't matter as she was being carried in the light.
I wanted to go with her but she said/thought, i couldn't yet, and i knew i couldn't float or even look at the column of light, never mind be carried by it.
As the bottom of the light left the floor to rise up past me and out of the ceiling, i said to my gran "did you see it? she was an angel wasn't she" i knew my gran did.
I thought i hope we go round my nans after sunday school as my gran who also lived there had had a stroke and i wanted to see if she was still alive, because these people weren't.
I also decided i wanted to make a bow and arrow and that i would bring my gun next time to see that womans face who still hadn't given me a pencil.
She gave emma and me our pencils next, i got a red one, the boys got asked last, i thought this unfair.

At nans house later, she told us gran had asked for us (my sister and me). I had been told gran couldn't talk because of her stroke.
We were led into the front room where her bed had been moved.
She turned her head towards us and i think she said "girls" as she held out her hand.
We walked over to the bed and she put her arm around us.

My shoulders were the same height as the bed, i looked into her eyes but we didn't say anything. I nodded at her as she looked at me, saying yes in my mind, that i had heard her and that she did help me. That we had seen that light that was a girl.
She smiled I wondered if she'd stay with me after she died? She looked away not wanting me to see her worried.
I thought her not to be, and that i knew she would be able to be with me after she died because they had been, and that she was going with the angel. I laid my head on the bed while we held hands for a while.