In_Darkness_Dwells - Sex Stories

In_Darkness_Dwells

... were all just pennies. “There, that should be enough for at least an eye-opener.”

The bartender continued to glare until Volker laid some marks on the counter. “Give him something quick.” The bartender filled a shot glass, and Sam downed it. “Now come on, there is work to be done.”

“Fine, but I want to be able to get absolutely smashed tonight.”

They left the bar, with Sam groaning in the sunlight. “So you got a plan to catch this guy or what? I hope you don’t expect me to put on a wig and be your damsel in distress.”

“I’ve been trying to talk to the people around town about this madman, they’re too afraid to even give me his name. I have managed to learn a few things, though. Follow me.” They went to the town church, only to find that the doors, heavily damaged, were chained shut. “Let’s check around back.”

“If you’re telling me to break into a church, then it’s clear you’re the madman. Wait a second….” Sam held his hand up to the gap between the doors. “There is a strong draft coming through. There may already be a way inside.”

“If what I’ve heard is true, there will be no need to break anything. Come on.”

They went around the side to find all the windows were broken, allowing them to climb in. “Good God,” Sam muttered, looking around.

Many pews had been smashed to pieces, and the floor was covered in shredded bible pages. The effigy of Christ was even missing its head. Birds had already begun making their nests in the rafters and claimed the ...

... building as their home, for clearly, this was no longer a House of God.

“What the Hell happened here?”

“Apparently, our madman was the subject of a failed exorcism.”

“And just what is an exorcism?”

“The process of driving out a demon that has possessed a person. Romania is Eastern Orthodox, but when a priest dies while performing an exorcism anywhere in the world, the Vatican hears about it. I have a friend in the clergy who relayed the story to me.”

“And what? You want to prove he wasn’t possessed, but just crazy?”

“Exactly. We’re in the 20th century, but mental illness is still seen as something caused by ghosts and demons, and those who suffer from neurological afflictions are considered morally corrupt and condemned.”

“Look around you, Doc, I think this guy might be the real deal.”

“All I see here is broken glass, wood, and stone, nothing that a mortal man couldn’t accomplish in an agitated state.”

“You said that the priest died while performing the exorcism, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“Did your friend mention how?”

“Only that it was horribly gruesome.”

“Strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the war, I’ve seen blood splatter in every way imaginable from every type of wound. Gunshot and knife wounds, artillery shredding, concussive force and beatings, and the most gruesome deaths usually make quite the mess. There are a couple drops of blood on some of these pages and the floor, but I’ve seen nosebleeds make more of a mess. It’s easy to ...