The Thirteen Hours of Halloween… Hour 9…

The clergyman held the cross high as he began to chant an ancient prayer. He knew the evil was still near by. He could smell it . He also knew the other visitor still remained. He chastised himself for not appearing on the hill sooner. At least it wasn’t an innocent who had lost their life& soul to the creature…
“We must find the other before the creature does. It is near by , I can feel it. The creature already has a hold on it , and the innocent doesn’t even realize it…
Now spread out & take these crosses. They will protect you from the darkness, and the beast.”
The men reluctantly did as they were told. Each one gripping the cross tightly in their hand opposite their lantern.

©2015 ML Steele

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