[ WP ] A guy decides to start his own religion on reddit for shits and giggles , but it takes off really quickly until , one day , something that really should n't exist shows up at his door .

Bruce Thompson, Founder of the Seekers, wiped a tear from his eye as he tried to breath through fits of laughter. He looked at the computer screen again, getting some amount of control. Through watery eyes, he found the spot he stopped reading at in the top thread of /r/Seekers. It was titled: `` This is NOT a scam!'' 
 
 >... and that's how I know this is real. Master Thompson's teachings are *entirely* true, I've seen the Great One himself, not two years ago. I did n't know at the time that he was sent by the Gods, but- 
 
 Bruce leaned back in his chair and let out another burst of laughter. The combination of all the money he'd been sent for the establishment of the Seeker's first church and the idiocy of his followers caused him to laugh harder than he ever had before. 
 
 Two books written, but never published, gave Bruce more than enough ideas on rules for his religion. 
 
 He looked at the sidebar of his subreddit, reading though the description again, for perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes. 
 
 > The Death Seekers are the collective group of people who know the truth of the world. We follow the Laws of Yazha'kan and His Daughter, Kimiha'kan. Together, they created Life and Death. To know Yazha'kan, we Live. To know Kimiha'kan, we Die. It is only when we are at our weakest moments, inches from Death, that the Holy Daughter may speak to us. We encourage unbelievers to seek Death and if you are spared from it by the hands of mortal doctors or the Gods themselves, you will find us waiting for you. 
 
 > The Gods have decided to finally send a messenger to mankind, in the form of Bruce Thompson. 
 
 Bruce had control of himself by the time he finished reading. He edited out an unnecessary comma and leaned back in his chair. Looking at it again, he realized that most of the words did n't come from his books, but were thought of on the spot. 
 
 He organized the threads by new. 
 
 The top thread caught his eye. It was called: The Collector. 
 
 Bruce clicked it and skimmed the words. 
 
 > He comes to homes of the Faithful, collecting a pint of blood for the Gods... wants only enough to... black clothing, black hood, hiding a face covered in... true devotion... 
 
 Bruce raised an eyebrow. He had n't thought of what he would do incase others decided to add to the religion. Should he call out the post as a fake and risk alienating the user? Should he claim it is true and have to see how that works with the other aspects of the Seekers? Should- 
 
 The doorbell rang, interrupting Bruce's thoughts. He rose from his chair and headed downstairs. The doorbell rang again, though it had been only seconds since the first. Whoever it was, they were n't patient. 
 
 He did n't bother checking through the window. He lived next to a cop, a fact displayed very openly by a sign in his front lawn. Bruce turned the lock and opened the door. 
 
 Standing in his doorway was the largest man Bruce had ever seen. He wore a black... robe, Bruce supposed would be the word, with black gloves and black cloth covering his feet. He was barrel-chested, covering almost the entire width of the doorway. His face, Bruce noticed as he craned his head up, was covered in shadow form the hood. The only thing that was n't black was a very white bucket in his left hand, though it had spots of red. 
 
 Bruce felt a pang of fear in his gut. He knew it was ridiculous, but the thing- *man*, standing in Bruce's doorway looked exactly how that thread claimed the Collector would look. 
 
 The man said nothing, but held the bucket out to Bruce. His arm was large enough for the bucket to be touching Bruce's own arm. The cold steel sent new shivers through him. 
 
 Bruce pushed the bucket away and closed the door, turning the lock immediatley. He leaned his back on the door and closed his eyes. *Shit*, Bruce thought. *Did one of those fuckers hack my address and decide to play a prank? * 
 
 The doorbell rang again. Bruce stood and ran to the kithcen were he unplugged the speaker for his doorbell. 
 
 His home phone rang. Bruce looked at the called ID: COLLECTOR. 
 
 Bruce unplugged the phone from the wall. It rang again. Bruce looked to the disconnected cable and back to the phone. He grabbed the entire unit and threw it to the ground, shattering it into a dozen pieces, leaving only the phone in one piece. 
 
 It rang again. 
 
 Bruce felt his heart pounding. The phone's ringing continued on, no longer going in bursts, but one continuous ring. It dropped in pitch as it went on, as if it were melting. 
 
 Bruce grabbed it and pressed the green button. He put it on speaker and held his away from his face. 
 
 `` What? Who is this?'' 
 
 `` Bruce.'' The voice was raspy as if it were spoken by a man in need of water. `` Come out.'' 
 
 The phone suddenly felt hot in his hands and Bruce dropped it. It hit the kitchen floor and began turning into a steaming puddle of plastic. 
 
 Bruce ran back upstairs, taking a knife from his kitchen with him. Maybe the thread said something about what to do.
