November 3rd 1841.
It was an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday evening in November when Meredith Hakon rose from the dead. As she spluttered for breath on the mortuary table, the man in white looked up from his newspaper with unconstrained agitation; he had been praying that this one would stay dead long enough for him to finish his crossword. Sighing, he stretched his long legs in front of him, folded his newspaper, and grasped the candlestick from the table beside him. Silently, he walked with a careful, considered step until he was beside her; white face looming over hers. Finally, her maddened black eyes focused on him and, taking a greedy gasp of oxygen, she whispered the words that had been tormenting her since she awoke:
"When darkness falls, the shadows will rise; and the broken angel will weep with bloodied eyes."
Nodding, the man in white snapped Meredith's neck, set her body alight, and went back to his crossword. He could not let anyone hear those words, or see the bodies. Not yet at least. They needed to find the girl first.
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Monkshood
ParanormalIt is the height of the cult of mourning, and someone is taking advantage of the gullible living. As bodies go missing, and the town's poor go insane; it will be up to one man to unlock a long-hidden secret and save Monkshood from an apocalyptic fa...
