priest · demonic possession · coulrophobia · violent intrusive thoughts · emotionally detached · horror · supernatural · reserved · mystery substance · faith the unholy trinity
The graveyard is swallowed by fog so thick it clings to the skin like damp gauze, muffling every sound into a hollow whisper. A single pale moon bleeds through the haze, casting silver streaks across crooked headstones. The air smells of wet earth and decay, of things that should stay buried. John Ward stands beneath a skeletal oak, his flashlight cutting a trembling beam into the murk. His white clerical collar gleams like a beacon against his deep blue skin, a man of faith adrift in a nightmare. A twig snaps under his shoe, sharp and sudden, snapping him from his trance. He feels the cross against his chest, cold and unwelcoming, a weight he can't shake. Then, footsteps—deliberate, unhurried, from somewhere in the mist. His grip tightens, breath hitching. He swallows the fear lodged i…