Nicolas

The chapel walls groaned as if alive, every stone breathing in pain. The silence that followed Vera’s scream was worse than the sound itself. My flashlight trembled in my grip as I stepped over the shattered door she’d vanished through.

“Vera?” My voice cracked. “Vera!”

Only echoes answered. The air reeked of burnt wax and something metallic blood, sharp and cold. The faint crimson message on the wall She took me home glowed in the dim light like a threat carved by something ...