The Insane Cold Spot

My room kept waking me up at 3 a.m. when I slept in it. It was full of rosaries and the figure of Jesus. A priest told me that my room must have been pushed by something or someone who wasn't supposed to be there. He tried to stop me from my plan but couldn't because I wouldn't listen. Spent two thirds of summer months just trying to forget my heartache, most of all my room. The day after his dream he found out what had really happened: "I am Catholic"