15 At the Bench in the Main Church of the Church of Jetkins

7th December

I heard the rattling of utensils and broken plates being scattered around the floor from the dining hall. Anxiousness and horror-filled my system. Cold sweats started to trickle down my tensed expression.

Staying at home alone was a bad idea nearly got me stressed out being fed up. But, I didn’t certainly plead to have this stranger or strange thing to be my companion.

It was seemingly enjoying itself, having trouble with my things in the kitchen and dining area. Relishing itself from becoming a tedious thing waiting for a miracle to happen.

“If it still does some devastation to my kitchen area, it appears to be really alive and surely wonders around,” I told myself. I should plot few notions of safety before it landed its livid attention to mine. I’m not a thing to be shattered into pieces.

Fate was on my sight the moment stood on my feet from letting myself comfortable on the soft seat. The thing I wanted to get rid of was now standing at the doorway of the dining.

Because the house wasn’t lit at that moment, I can’t see its face, but still, I’m indeed guaranteed that I’m facing someone right now. Silhouette towering me as the light from the area illuminated its back.

Purely telling the truth, there was a man here with me and holding a sharp object with him. At the same time, giving off a dreaded aura. Again, I became tense, horror, and cold.

As it started walking to me, I panicked, not knowing where to go and find a place to hid. Yet, shaking knees was the chance I mistakenly did, making me stumbled and felt the soft mattress of the sofa.

“Don’t come near me! I told you!” fretfully, I cried.

“Stay where you are. And nothing would happen,” a deep, croaky voice astonished me.

His words seem like a spell that can’t even move my whole physique. I can’t restrain and unbewitched.

What will happen to me?

***

I’m losing my thread here. It was almost six hours, and my butt hurt sitting without doing anything. Hence, I can’t let this be. I’m here to deal with my nightmares. To heal me for the third time. If I want to be healed, patience is the answer.

I heard continuous heavy footsteps from a passage. The pace is slow and light. I looked at it and found out that it’s Reverend Scott. he's on his usual satin floor-length robe. I stood up quickly and adjusted myself. I also breathe deeply to lose all the nervousness I’m feeling.

Reverend Scott smiled as he approached me. I smiled too.

“Glory to the Above! He guided your way here safely,” he greeted me. I just nodded and said my greeting.

He gestured to the bench I’m sitting on earlier to take our seat. Long silence prevailed. No one wants to start a conversation. But after a minute, Reverend Scott cleared his throat and faced me.

“You begged Rebecca earlier for me to talk to you,” he started. His tone and face were not hostile, so I was complacent. “How important do you want to say? She added that you were already crying while begging.”

Neither the reverend hid his laughter, so I smiled even though I was embarrassed. I wasn’t crying; I have just been carried away because I have to say something important.

Our laughter stopped when Asst. McLinn came and called Reverend Scott’s attention. The latter stood up and went to Asst. McLinn at the front door. They talked, and his assistant once left.

And when he returned, he spoke.

“Until now, there are things that are really hard to correct, difficult to treat, and hard to escape. But there are definitely things that are more powerful than us. Do you believe?”

My mouth just dropped open, and not a word came out in response. I don’t comprehend what’s the reverend is saying, but he seems to be pointing at something.

I took a deep breath and was about to answer him when Asst. McLinn came with a woman in her cardigan and pants. It was Abella. Why is she here? The assistant toward us guided Abella. When she sat next to me, assistant McLinn left.

“There are many things troubled you. You have a hard time suppressing it every night. I know it was difficult but I’ll do everything to help you. Just trust me,” his words amazed me. How did he know? I also watched Abella’s reaction; we’re the same.

“I will have a hard time healing you now. Do you know why?” My companion and I shook our heads. He went on. “The demon who wants to take over your consciousness and body is getting stronger whenever you lose every night.”

My heart was pounding so fast. Cold sweats condensed on my forehead and palms.

“W-what are w…we going to do?” Abella asked intermittently.

The reverend eyed us intently, and pity is visible in his dark orbs.

“The process is time-consuming so you need to stay here at least a week. Your class is coming to an end, I supposed.”

Without a doubt, Abella nodded. I was still hesitant. But I want to sleep soundly at night, so I nodded as well.

“I will make sure this is the last time that the demon will use you.”