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Frank sat on a bench, relieved to have escaped the stormy storm outside. He admired the paintings and architecture of the desolate place for a while, when he heard slight footsteps coming from the altar.

A young man with dark hair, pale skin, and emerald eyes walks down the aisle and begins to whisper a tune "Some say now suffer all the children..." He seems a bit sad and scared, but he possessed a beautiful and soft voice. Once he stops, he looks up and notices the lowest. He smiles unsure "Hello." he says.

He comes in and slowly sits next to him.  But he does not realize that the pale man is not a person in reality, but the empty shell of someone who used to exist. He glowed a tint of pale white, as if he hadn't seen the sun in several months, and possessed an immense aura of sadness and frustration. His eyes screamed with loneliness. The brown-eyed boy thinks to himself: 'Has he been living here maybe?  Even trapped, possibly?'

Not many people visited the old church anymore. Dominical services stopped after many murders occurred. The people entered, and after hours of screaming, anguish and despair they never came out again. Nor were the bodies found.

He had heard the stories and was as scared as anyone else. Completely terrified, he sensed that there were so many more people around besides the unusual and visibly tired stranger, that continued to smile softly, as he stared at a fixed point on the dusty altar. Though there was something comforting about the tall, pale, man sitting next to him. Anyway, he at first he responds with a little "Hello." and the two are silent for a moment.

The man leans in and whispers in Frank's ear "You shouldn't be here, little one."

He wants to ask why, but he looks at his old gold watch, which is starting to rust. The time says 11:59 PM

Was this man trying to mess with him?  Did he manipulate his head using all those stories against him?  Frank ponders that question for a moment.

Then the screaming began.

The giant bell at the top of the church tower rang, which meant that it was now midnight, the screams only got louder. With each tinkling of the bell, the volume increased more and more. And the mysterious man through whom a pale white light once flowed, had now turned into a terrifying black essence.

And he started singing again, with a broken voice. Tired. "just sleep~" he intoned, looking at him with his beautiful eyes, now blood red and full of disdain, instead of the kind emerald green he had originally. "just sleep~" he chanted again, regaining strength in his voice and flashing a bright, haughty smile.

The shorter one ran to the door scared, not knowing what the hell was going on, glancing from time to time behind his shoulder. As he runs, he sees the man following him. He walked slowly, his arms behind his back, his gaze fixed on the terrified boy, a steady pace with a perfect rhythm to his gait, elegantly coinciding with the tinkling of the huge bell.

His heavy aura also grew louder, as did the power in which he chanted the same words over and over "JUST SLEEP".

He tried to open the door, but it didn't move, it was stuck. The terrifying subject screaming in such a heartbreaking way that he could lose his voice at any moment.  He draws closer to him with every step he takes, making Frank panic. Finally, when the last tinkle of the bell sounded, he threw his body hard against the door. It opens, he falls to his knees scraping them on the slippery stairs that lead to the front door through which he entered not more than a few minutes ago.

He looked back one last time, completely scared, his heart pounding and tears about to pour out of his eyes.  He only saw the door closed and that the man chasing him had disappeared, as if he had never been there in the first place. So he got up with a bit of difficulty and ran with the pain from the scrapes on his knees and the worst scares he would ever have in his life.

He ran and never looked back.

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