Haunter
At the church, I was surprised when mentioning the Manor was enough to be taken to Father Thompson’s office, where he poured me a tea and shared his memories of the blessing.
I didn’t expect to hear any mind-blowing revelations. I just needed an account of the event, and that’s what I got, unsurprisingly painted through the priest’s set of beliefs. He was convinced he’d come face to face with Satan himself, a creature of pure evil in essence and purpose, and that he’d banished it from the face of the earth, back to the fiery pit of hell he’d crawled out from.
“You’re new to the Manor, young lady,” he said. “I’m sure those noises are the old house settling at night. Nothing to be afraid of.”
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