The Exorcist in the Old Church

The Exorcist in the Old Church

I stumbled into the old church, my head spinning from one too many drinks. The moon was full and bright, casting an eerie glow over the ancient stones.

As I stumbled down the aisle, I felt a chill run down my spine. Something was wrong here. The air was thick with a sense of dread, and I knew I wasn’t alone.

Suddenly, I heard a low guttural growl coming from the shadows. My heart pounding, I turned to run but found myself face to face with a dark figure, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

I tried to scream, but my voice caught in my throat. The figure moved towards me, its steps slow and deliberate. It was then that I saw the exorcist, kneeling in prayer at the altar.

With a sudden burst of courage, I stumbled towards him, begging for his help. He rose slowly from his prayer, his eyes fixed on the dark figure as it closed in on us.

With a flick of his wrist, he produced a small vial of holy water, splashing it on the figure’s face. It hissed and recoiled, its eyes blazing with fury.

The exorcist muttered a prayer under his breath, his hands raised in supplication. The figure writhed and twisted, its body contorting in unnatural ways.

Finally, with a final scream of rage and pain, the figure vanished, leaving us alone in the eerie silence of the church.

As I stumbled back out into the night, I knew that I had been changed forever by what I had seen. The world was a darker, more dangerous place than I had ever imagined. And now, I knew that there were forces out there beyond our understanding, waiting to claim us all.

Author: Opney. Illustrator: Staby. Publisher: Cyber.

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