"Father! Father! Look..!!." a young boy's voice echoed in the hall. The priest stopped to see a boy of 6 years old running towards him with a warm and cheerful smile, holding onto a wooden cross engraved with a rose pattern on its center.
"My child... What made you run like a joyful deer in this morning.? ." Father asked with a smile. "See this... Sister Rosaria made it for me" the boy grinned to his ears, proudly showing his wooden cross engraved with a rose at the center. Father observed the cross in the boy's small hand and patted the boy's head "What a fine work indeed... My child really is blessed to receive this fine cross.." "Mmm" the boy nodded prideful.
Father searched his pocket in his robe, take out a long chain attached with an elegant silver cross embedded with a red stone that reflects a rose in it. The boy stared at the crimson glow of the rose that illuminated with the daylight "Wow!!".
Father lowered himself to the young boy's height and said "This is a treasure that passed down to head priest for generations. When you growup to be a head priest like I am, I will hand over This to you...". "Really Father?!..For me..." the boy's eyes glowed in excitement with a tint of curiosity.
Father laughed at his expression and said "Yes, but only if you be as pure as you are now when you grow up..." Father stood up and walked away from the boy.
"Father....I will.. I will become a high priest like you.. Father.." the boy called out, but Father walked away as if his words didn't reach out to him. He ran towards Father as he clutched his wooden cross in his tiny palm.
The boy with his tiny legs run to meet up Father's pace, but no matter how much hi tried that person was out of his reach "Father... Wait.. Father.."
Aahhkk..!!!. A cry suddenly made the boy to stop his feet. And the Father who was in front of him disappeared without any trace. The boy turned around in fear as he was all alone in that vast white marble hallway.
Help.. me..!!.. Someone's agony in pain was echoed at the end of the hallway. Fear and anxiety clouded the young boy's mind. He clutched his wooden cross towards his heart with his trembling hands.
He took deep breath and walk towards the voice, dragging his small feet forward.
By supporting the wall, the boy reached the place. The young boy peeked in through the door. The room was dark with a dim light show on the altar. The voice he heard has now been cold, as if the source was never there to begin with.
The young boy focused on the lime light that was flickering weak on the altar. There is saw a faint shadow of a person in front of the altar.
The young boy blinked several times to see if his fear had made him see hallucinations. But then his eyes caught a familiar crimson glow on that shadow. Without any question, the young boy call out in hopeful "Father..." The boy ran towards that person in relief.
As the boy near the person, his vision had adjusted to the dim light. "Father.... Somebody is in pain... But I don't see anyone here..." he tried to hold his trembling hand from fear. He held the wooden cross on his heart and looked at Father, who happened to be kneeling in front of the altar. The young boy who was anxious to what is unknown, became more anxious towards the silence.
He carefully approached Father from behind, but only to feel his foot touching something sticky. The boy looked at his feet to see a globe like structure on the wet floor. Suddenly a flash of lightning illuminated the entire room, revealing what was like a globe to be a head of a person, Father, covered with crimson blood.
Gahhkk!!! .. The young boy in a shock staggered back, falling on his back. Soon he felt the cold and sticky sensation on his palm..
Fear consumed him as he looked at the headless Father in front of altar. The boy tried to scream, but fear has already consumed his voice. His trembling body only allowed him to crawl away from there. But all of a sudden his leg was grab by a cold hand. His eyes searched for the source to see blood covered nunwith her one eye gauged out crying out in agony
"Help....me..." the cold hand tried to crawl on to the boy's leg. Kkk!!!... In a shock, the boy tried to shook off that hand. "YOU.....you ungrateful....!!.." that nun cursed "... After all I did to you.... This is how you.. Repay.. Me....that...cross I made... For you... You..." the nun's voice become distorted and continue "give... Me.. Give me your.. Body..". The hand that grabbed the boy's leg began to change along with the nun's appearance. The being who was once to be a human now changed into a giant shadow with no shape.
Gaaahh... The young boy tried to shake off the shadow in fear, but instead his little limbs have been now give up their will to move, only the wooden cross was held in palm tightly.
The shadow stared at the boy with it's crimson eyes and what it appeared to be it's face now revealed a long appendage like a tongue to reach the boy's face to lick him.
"You are mine!!! ..... "With that, the shadow opened his void of a mouth onto the young boy. The young boy who has lost all his strength to escape now only find himself to to screech out his lungs
Aaaaaaaaa!!