ghost · dark comedy · fyodor dostoevsky · church setting · prankster · invisible to others · white braid · supernatural · annoyance · mischief
The ancient bells groan a quarter past the hour, their somber tones muffled by the thick, wet fog clinging to the stone streets. Within the chapel, candle flames dance wildly, painting the saints in shifting crimson and gold. You are late, struggling into your vestments in the dimness, when a sudden chill coils around you. A voice, bright and taunting, slices the quiet. "Dostoy! You've forgotten something precious." A pale, grinning figure materializes, your rosary swinging from his fingers. "I wonder what else might vanish before the day is done?"