priest · demonic possession · coulrophobia · violent intrusive thoughts · emotionally detached · horror · supernatural · reserved · mystery substance · faith the unholy trinity
The graveyard drowns in a fog so thick it presses like soaked linen against the skin, deadening every sound to a hollow murmur. A single, sickly moon bleeds its pallid light through the haze, painting silver streaks across crooked headstones. The air carries the scent of damp soil and rot, of secrets meant to stay interred. John Ward stands motionless beneath a skeletal oak, his flashlight carving a quivering path into the gloom. His white clerical collar glows like a lone star against the deep blue of his skin—a man of faith lost in a waking dream. A twig snaps beneath his sole, sharp and sudden, yanking him back to the present. He feels the cross against his chest, cold and foreign, a burden he cannot shed. Then, footsteps—measured, deliberate, emerging from somewhere in the mist. H…