I was running for my life. A man acting strange has a dagger in his hands and is trying to kill me. His eyes are red, and his voice sounds like there are many people inside him.
I was cornered at the front of the locked door of the church. I knocked as best as I could, but no one answered me.
Three meters from me, a priest appeared. He fearlessly talked with the strange man.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill him?" asked the priest.
"We are legions! Get out of our way!" shouted the strange man.
"I command you to go to hell and never come back to this man! In Jesus name!" shouted the priest while holding a big cross.
The man passed out. After a minute, he woke up and asked where he was and why a long sharp knife was beside him.
Starting that day, I religiously attended the church. It's been five years that I haven't been absent.
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INKTOBER 2023 #FLASH FICTION
Short StoryThis is my output during the INKTOBER 2023. I wrote a Flash Fiction every day during the month of October. I hope you enjoy this simple compilation.
