I couldn't believe how half of the tombstones were broken or leaning, just like in a haunted hayride, you know? I actually went into that church after getting so spooked by the cemetery, and choir rehearsal was going on! This is a hard thing to articulate, but going from scaring myself so bad outside to being in this warm, candle-lit, friendly place and hearing these ancient hymns reverberating off the stone walls made me feel really safe, like this was the one sanctuary in a town full of ghosts and monsters. I really could not get out of this stupid Halloweeny fantasy mindset the whole time I was in Romania, and I decided to just go with it and enjoy it. It was wonderful. Halloween in Romania was ten times cooler than I could've hoped.