Sometime after 1 am I pulled up to the parking garage gate beneath Lakewood Church.  I had read on the internet that the garage had an attendant 24 hours on the weekends.  I imagined that maybe this was to accommodate the pilgrims coming in campers from far away.  When I got there though it was quite, the gate was down and there was no attendant. 

    I pressed the buzzer and got a response.

    “Hi.  I’m here to visit the Church in the morning and wanted to do a drive-by to check it out but now I just need to turn around.”

    The gate went up but I never left.

    I drove to an area of the garage where there were a few other cars and parked.  I waited for about ten or fifteen minutes to see if a security guard would come by and tell me to get lost but it never happened.  I backed RT up against a wall and crawled into the back to go to sleep.  I’ll have to think on this some but I’m pretty sure sleeping in a parking garage is about the creepiest thing I’ve done.  Even when car doors aren’t being slammed, it sounds like they are in an empty parking garage.  There was a mysterious drip sound echoing through occasionally, too.