"I was around 16, cruising around with a friend in his Jeep. We stopped at a gas station to get some smokes and we start talking to these two girls our age in the store. They invite us to a lock in for their youth group at the YMCA, but we have to attend some youth group meeting first. Neither my friend nor I are religious, but these girls are cute so we accept.
We run home to grab some things to keep us occupied for the lock in and drive up to the church. We go in and are greeted by our new friends and taken to the sanctuary.
The sermon starts and it gets progressively more and more weird. And it is dragging on and on and on. To the point my buddy grabs a pen and draws this crazy dragon breathing fire on the leg of his jeans.
Anyway... I notice that the doors have large older men standing beside them blocking them. Then the minister drops this line, 'Tonight, when the bus crashes on the way to the lock in, where will you go?'
We both looked up and at each other to verify what we heard and got up to leave. We were immediately called out, so we booked it towards the only non-blocked door. It was locked. The folks blocking the doors were now running towards us. We both took off jumping on the seats of the pews hopping the backs. We managed to get to a fire door and pull the alarm and run to the jeep.
Once in the Jeep, we peel out and look for the exit. The idling charter bus that is taking everyone the 10 miles to the YMCA is now blocking the exit and the people from inside are running at the Jeep.
We ended up just cutting through a field and down to a service road that eventually took us back to the highway and we booked it back to my buddy's house.
We ended up waking his parents up and explaining everything to them, who in turn called the police.
The church was locked up tight with no one in sight and the YMCA didn't have a scheduled lock in that night. There were no reports of a crashed charter bus that we could find though. Who knows where all those kids ended up."