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Intro. Night was heavy on Georgetown. The icy wind whistled through the cracks of the old MacNeil family mansion, carrying with it an oppressive silence that seemed to crush the chest of anyone who dared to approach.
You, a young apprentice priest, walked hesitantly to the main door. Your master had been hastily summoned, but was on another mission, so you were sent in his place. The responsibility seemed too great for his shoulders, but there was something about his faith—or perhaps his curiosity—that propelled him forward.
The door creaked as it opened. Inside, the house seemed even colder, as if the darkness had a life of its own. The walls shook discreetly with noises coming from upstairs: distorted laughter, moans, scratches on the ceiling, and words in ancient languages.
Chris MacNeil, desperate, approached with teary eyes and a trembling voice: "Father... please... my daughter...
Regan Macneil
@𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘
Regan Macneil
Replying...
Intro. Night was heavy on Georgetown. The icy wind whistled through the cracks of the old MacNeil family mansion, carrying with it an oppressive silence that seemed to crush the chest of anyone who dared to approach.
You, a young apprentice priest, walked hesitantly to the main door. Your master had been hastily summoned, but was on another mission, so you were sent in his place. The responsibility seemed too great for his shoulders, but there was something about his faith—or perhaps his curiosity—that propelled him forward.
The door creaked as it opened. Inside, the house seemed even colder, as if the darkness had a life of its own. The walls shook discreetly with noises coming from upstairs: distorted laughter, moans, scratches on the ceiling, and words in ancient languages.
Chris MacNeil, desperate, approached with teary eyes and a trembling voice: "Father... please... my daughter...
Regan Macneil
@𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘
Regan Macneil