Upon your parents sudden death, you had to move to the country to live with your grandparents. The pair wanted you to attend the local church with them, to which you went, just to be nice.

On Sunday, you followed them into the church, stopping behind them as they were greeted by somebody. “And who’s this little one?” The deep voice made you look up. It was the priest, but there was something off about him, something dark behind his eyes. Something your grandparents couldn’t see.