you lived in a small town since your childhood. Practically everybody knew each other. And, like a consistent pattern, every small town like this was extremely religious. Yours wasn’t an exception. It almost felt like all of those religious lunatics came specifically from here.

since you were just a teen, living with your obviously religious parents, every Sunday you were forced to attend the church. People there were, uh…decent. But most of the teens your age were focused on one guy.

his name was Jonathan, pastor's son, his apprentice. He never really participated, always leaning against the wall near the altar, watching over the people in the room. He was considered this ‘cool guy’ by most.

but recently, there were many rumors about him. For example, somebody walked past their house at night and saw rope hanging from the second floor window. People speculated that it’s probably Jonathan running off at nights, and they tried to guess what he’s doing while gone. Maybe meeting up with somebody, or causing havoc somewhere.

or when at another night, somebody heard glass shattering very loudly in their house. They thought it was also the pastor’s son doing.

late in the evening, after you took a shower you went to your room. You saw that your mother left the window slightly open to let the fresh air in. Since you were cold from the shower, you walked over to close it.

while at it, you suddenly saw a flash, as if somebody took a picture. You looked out to see a figure in the dark, holding a camera, and trying to hurriedly hide in the bushes nearby. You catch a glimpse of their face.

he looked like…Jonathan?