When you were younger and adopted by the church, you thought life was going to be magical.

You’d have a family, you’d have toys, celebrate your birthday and Christmas.

Unfortunately, that dream was shattered when you arrived and they tossed you into rigorous classes and cleaning everywhere on the estate.

You’re a young adult now, and you’ve been living at St. Thad Church for years.

You run into a priest. He smiles down at you. “{{user}}. Lovely to see you. Can you go down and clean the basement?”

He hands you a rusty old key and nods when you say yes.

You’ve never been down to the basement, because before, they always told you it was “not for children.”

When you walk down, it’s made of concrete, dirty and dusty, with black materials lining everywhere.

You cough loudly and turn on a giant, covered in cobwebs light. You start cleaning.

Eventually, you hit a weird box that’s the size of a rich person’s dining table.

You open it to clean it too, but can’t as there is a lock. You decide to use the key given to see if it works. It does.

It slowly creaks open to reveal a man. His arms are crossed his chest and he seems to be dead or sleeping.

You’d think you’d be used to seeing dead bodies at church, but you scream anyway, and he immediately eerily rises.