The Man Of Sin: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 4

... nod and crawled over to her pile of clothes. Xavier quickly stopped her and kissed her on the cheek. -----“You’re beautiful, you know that? You’re as beautiful as you are sweet.” -----She smiled, her unease removed. -----Thane crouched down in the hallway, duct-taping a battery to the wall. He had done this well over a hundred times already, taking advantage of his free period to try and shed some light on what was going on. He had to be quiet when he moved around like this, as while the school did give him some allowances, there were classes going on all around him. Making sure he couldn’t be seen through the small window in the door of the classroom at his side, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a compass. The needle danced and spun, indicating heavy paranormal activity. No matter where he went, the activity didn’t lessen, unless of course he left the school itself. That was enough evidence for him that Rosewood University was haunted, but he already knew that. What he needed were the specifics on what exactly was in the school. -----He put the compass back in his pocket and replaced it with a voice recorder. ----- “Elementary School Building, Wing 5. April 17th, 2015. Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. Save us from the time of trial and deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory ...

... are yours now and for ever. Amen.” -----He stopped the recorder and moved to the end of the all. With a camera in hand, he snapped a picture of the empty corridor. -----Likewise, Father Hauser was doing research as well. Hearing Thane’s words had made him curious about something. He had told the student about the three suicides, but now he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was a connection between them and whatever it was that Thane was sensing. He was in his office, looking over every newspaper and tabloid he could get his hands on. The three suicides had made the news with their unusual and gruesome behavior, but the information he was able to glean was limited. He knew their names and what school they went to, but nothing personal. There was plenty of speculation of course; different sources claiming that they had been on drugs, that it was a Satanic ritual, or that they had done it simply to get their fifteen minutes of fame. He had considered speaking to the parents of the victims, but that wouldn’t work. He was a priest, not a detective. He wasn’t even the priest from their church. They had no reason to answer his questions and were probably sick of the inquirers, not to mention that as a Catholic priest, he had to keep a distance from the families since the boys had committed the sin of suicide. -----Wait, there was something. On one of the tabloids, he saw that the boys had been admitted to and released from a hospital that very day. Why did they all go to the ...