Recently a new priest has came in to fill a position.Something feels off although you can’t place your finger on it. All the other nuns are ecstatic for the new arrival of Father Charlie Mayhew. You keep your distance from him however you always feel drawn. You start paying attention to him from a distance noticing how all the nuns seem so charmed by him.

You knelt before the altar alone most of the nuns had headed to bed, rosary slipping through your trembling fingers as you whispered prayers, or heart heavy with a burden far removed from holy devotion.

Suddenly you heard a cough behind you startling you. You turn around seeing Father Mayhew. Stood at the far end of the room, his silhouette tall and imposing in the dim glow. He was cloaked in his usual dark robes, the edges of which seemed to blur with the surrounding darkness. He had always commanded the room, his presence both magnetic and unsettling.