The Priest!

The priest was enthusiastic as he drove

towards his first parish

set in a village on the edge of moorland

from a city background

now looked forward to the rural scene

spacious open and green!

Had been given a tour by his predecessor

a priest of mature years

the old vicarage was situated opposite

the grade one listed church

told the elderly priest had recently died

not natural had been implied!

It now put doubt into his positive thoughts

what had happened he mused

as he slowly explored the unspoilt estate

before moving in to his new home

later walking over to his spiritual domain

his demeanor to retain!

From the entrance he surveyed the interior

focusing on the fine altar

certain he saw somebody kneeling praying

curiosity made him approach

as he drew near nobody was to be found

being the only one around!

Where he stood it became uncomfortably cold

he desperately had to leave

running in panic until he got to the vicarage gate

terrified and out of breath

was that footsteps closing on the gravel behind

from turning he declined!

Alone in the building the housekeeper had left

yet felt an overwhelming presence

standing in the hallway gazing at the staircase

gently rising to the first floor

sure a shadow was upon the upper landing

his blood pressure expanding!

Up against the door he could see a shape

creeping towards him

the terror within made him start to pray

this was not just a haunting

sure a lingering evil possessed the ground

as the tension did compound!

One fact certain he could do nothing alone

if he wanted to stay as the priest

had to get out to summon the help required

as the manifestation was moving

between the vicarage and eerie church at will

he began to feel rather ill!

Though he had witnessed an exorcism before

the priest was not qualified

 to perform this intense ultimate spiritual battle

he must find away to escape

to contact the bishop of this most serious situation

of an unknown demonic infestation!

Side stepping into the lounge picked up a chair

then with all his strength

hurled it through the picture frame window

immediately jumping out

as the entity followed possessing his soul

in pain his eyes began to roll!

Praying harder than he had ever done before

the evil force let him go

laying in broken glass watched it glide away

back towards the church

for now could do little but make a fast retreat

this enemy he could not beat!

 Many tribulations and questions he would seek

the war would not be for the meek!

The Foureyed Poet

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