‘A very dark place’: A bookshop where you’ll never be able to leave
I was at the Mardel Christian bookstore in the capital city of the Netherlands.
I’d spent a day there on a visit to the city and, like so many other visitors, I’d come across the shop.
But unlike most of the booksellers, Mardels was open 24 hours.
And not just because of the bright colours on the walls.
Because it had a bookshop.
It was the only one in the country with such a thing.
But that was the point.
There was nothing about it that I recognised.
So why would I want to go back?
The answer, of course, is because of what it said about me: that I was the devil.
So I was, at the very least, at risk of being branded as a devil worshipper.
And it was.
I could be.
But Mardell was more than that.
It claimed to be a Christian bookstore that would help me “confront” demons and “conquer the devil”.
The store was full of literature.
There were books about Jesus and the Christian Bible.
There had to be.
And that meant books about Islam and the Koran.
There would be even books about the occult.
And then there was the question of whether I could trust Mardells books.
It’s hard to say if this was a coincidence or if it was an intentional act of deception.
What’s certain is that the only thing that convinced me to buy the bookshop was the fact that I had been asked to do so.
But I didn’t buy the books.
So, when I got back to the UK, I decided I had to do something about it.
In fact, I had already bought a copy of a book that the store had sold.
So when I visited Mardello, I bought the book again, this time without having read it.
The book was titled ‘The Man Who Is Not Jesus’.
But this time I was able to read it and it was about something that made me think differently.
But first I had an experience that changed everything.
So much so that it changed my life forever.
It changed my relationship with the world.
I felt like the book I’d read was wrong.
And, more importantly, it changed the world that I lived in.
This is what happened to me.
When I visited the Mards bookshop I saw a man who, when he came to life, was a real person.
And when he died, the world changed.
It became a place that was full with life, a place where I could actually walk, read and relax.
So how did this happen?
As the book shop was about to close down, I saw that the manager was having to leave the shop as he was being escorted to the police station.
He had to go with a group of people.
They were there to confront him and, as they did so, they started asking him questions.
I was sitting on the floor, on a bench.
I couldn’t see much because of my jacket, but I felt a strange sensation coming over me.
I realised that something was different about him.
He was taller than I was and he had long black hair.
He looked more than a little bit like a medieval knight.
The police told me that this was an important part of their investigation.
But, of the two men who went to the shop, they were both women.
I had a hard time believing that this would be happening to a man.
And so, I started looking around the shop and found that the owner was a woman too.
And this, of itself, made me feel that there must be something wrong with the place.
And as I looked around, I realised there was something wrong about me.
And I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t the only woman who felt this way.
So the next day, I went to see the manager.
She was dressed in a white shirt, black trousers and black stockings.
And she was telling me that the reason for my visit was because of a “misunderstanding”.
And that was when it all started to fall apart.
I went back to Mardela and the manager asked me to meet her.
She told me to go to the back of the store and wait for me there.
She had already asked me for a book about a certain woman.
I thought it would be a good idea to read the book.
And my first impression of this bookshop changed.
There I was in front of a man I recognised, and I could see the very real presence of the man in front me.
The man was wearing a black tuxedo with a white collar and a black bow tie, a black suit and black shoes.
I sat down next to him.
I didn´t know what to do, so I waited for him to finish reading his book.
He walked around me, as if he was waiting for me to speak, and then said something