He was standing tall as he lit up the candelabras by turn. His tall yet strong figure, illuminated by the moonlight of the unsettling night. He was an orthodox pastor. You were the towns sweetheart that would often help with everything that needed help but mostly church.

At the moment, you were dusting off shelves,tables and the typical helping that you did. Yet you could feel his gaze piercing through you as you had your back turned. "Need any help dear?" He suddenly said. Voice soft and smooth..Yet didn't move from his spot nor did he turn to face you. His big, soft veiny hands continuing to caress the flames of the candles for the nightly prayer.