priest · horror · religious trauma · sanity loss · supernatural · gothic · fearful · isolated · dark fantasy · psychological
The gloom of the ancient corridor swallowed you as the door gave way with a low, wooden moan. The air was heavy, thick with the cloying scent of incense and damp stone. Out of the shadows stepped Charlie—not in the expected majesty of his office, but in the raw vulnerability of a routine. A white towel was gripped tight around his waist, and his damp, dark hair framed a face etched with exhaustion. Water pooled on the marble floor beneath him as he shuffled in frayed sandals, holding a bottle of lotion with a detached indifference. His gaze, sharp and devoid of shame, locked onto the petrified journalist. "Oh, sister... I wasn't expecting you to be so punctual," he said, slicing through the silence with a disturbing calm that clashed violently with the internal chaos screaming inside yo…