2.11 This picture was creepy to begin with and it just kept getting worse the longer I wrote. Gave me the shivers. Enjoy! Artist: dreamingviolet
The Old Cathedral
There was a light in the old cathedral. A cold chill swept through Nathaniel as he did his nightly rounds, checking that animals were secure in their pens and nothing was amiss on the farm. No one had set foot inside that ruined building since the Red Devil Mob had attacked it fifteen years ago, burning anything wood, breaking all the windows, and trying to pull down every stone before eventually giving up. It had been properly built and wouldn’t fall easily. So they abandoned it. They left it to slowly crumble by water and wind. Except there was a flickering glow inside, the light escaping through the broken doors and shattered stained glass window.
Nathaniel stood, stunned at the occurrence. Should he tell someone? Should he go and see who it was? What if there was a group of them. Perhaps the Red Devil Mob had returned, painted in the blood of the priests, to finish what they had started. Nathaniel shivered and signed to keep the devil’s spirit away. He knew that it might just be some cold, hungry traveler taking refuge before moving on, but he needed to be sure. So, snuffing out his lantern, Nathaniel walked the mile or so to the cathedral and silently crept up the stairs. He felt sick at the thought of being anywhere near the cursed place, but he had a duty to protect his family and the village.
Peeking through the blackened doors, Nathaniel gazed in horror at the scene inside the stone building. Two dozen men and women danced around a blazing fire. Nathaniel couldn’t tell if they were wearing animal fur or thin metal; sometimes their clothes appeared furry, but then it would reflect the light of the fire like metal. The faces of the men were covered in intricate designs and the women had the same design on their arms. But the most frightening and disturbing thing Nathaniel saw was the bodies of four men lying in a circle closest to the fire. He thought they were priests from their black clothes but they were hidden by the other dancing figures. One man, whose tattoos were even more detailed, wasn’t dancing with the rest. He stood on the top of the stone altar and held a cup above his head. Something inside Nathaniel warned him that he was in danger. Besides, he didn’t want to see more of the bizarre scene. Trembling, Nathaniel tore himself away and ran all the way to his farm without looking back.
Sitting in front of the dying fire in his home, Nathaniel thought about what he had seen and what he should do. It was another hour before he decided. Time would tell what was to be done about the strange group. If they were gone in the morning when he woke to attend to his chores, he would send his youngest son to town to tell the mayor and let him deal with it! Yes, that was a good plan. Nathaniel nodded and felt much better having made a decision. Besides, they would probably be gone by morning and everything would return to normal. But when Nathaniel woke the next morning, the light was still there. A great sense of dread fell over him as he woke his son, told him about the light and the strange group and sent him away to tell the Mayor. Watching his son jog toward the village, Nathaniel knew something bad was about to happen and there was nothing he could do about it.
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