Another thunderstruck made her fall to the ground, quivering. Beads of sweat broke out from Emma's forehead. Her brain triggered a surge of adrenaline when it perceived that it was in grave peril. Her heart pounded.
Someone kept a hand over her shoulder from the back. She could hear breaths from behind. As Emma turned her gaze forward, her eyes were met with a chilling sight. Standing before her was the translucent figure of a girl draped in a flowing white gown that seemed to float around it. The girl had frizzy hair that reached her waist, and her eyes were missing from the sockets on her ripped face. Despite her eerie appearance, the ghostly figure didn't move or speak but stood there as if waiting for something. The air around her felt heavy and cold, and Emma couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine...
The priest had already returned to the bonfire and black magic objects and closed his eyes. The burning green fire slowly extinguished with Emma's last hope. A woman's scream pealed throughout the forest.
Then, the necromancer continued saying his incantations, but something stopped him. The poltergeist girl squealed again. She appeared in front of the necromancer.
The apparition of a poltergeist girl stretched her hand out and lifted the priest mid-air. She attempted to hurl him into the forest, but the priest outsmarted her by vanishing too quickly, breaking free from her influence. Somehow, Emma got teleported into a dark forest. It was identical to the forest that the priest had shown her. His body appeared beside her.
" Why did you bring me here?"
" You are safer here than the cemetery," he replied and vanished again. Emma felt more relaxed here than in the cemetery. She slept on a relying on a tree trunk. She could see the priest in the cemetery chanting calmly through vision.
The green fire had reignited. A small black doll with chains lay before him. The poltergeist seemed obscured inside the eerie doll like a vessel.
The poltergeist tried to strike the priest, but he vanished and appeared. Even the poltergeist was surprised by him.
" Yes, yes, do it," Emma said, with my hopes rose.
She shrieked and tried to extinguish the fire but could not. She squealed again and brought gusty wind. Nevertheless, the wind or priest was unaffected. The poltergeist rounded, rising in the air. Its end had threads of black smoke.
The lightning was flashing around the cemetery, accompanied by thunder. Emma initially suspected the priest was performing black magic, but she soon realized that it was the powers of the poltergeist. She was thrilled and had goosebumps due to the mix of fear and excitement. The voice grew louder, and the fire was extinguished, causing the doll to turn into fine particles.
" Don't you remember who gave you power?" said the little poltergeist girl appearing before him.
The priest opened his eyes and gazed at the poltergeist girl.
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THE NIGHT AT THE CEMETERY
Mystery / ThrillerEmma and her father, Arnold, visit a secluded cemetery to honour her mother's memory, who passed away in the coronavirus pandemic. Burdened by his job in a small software company couldn't give time to his family. Their visit to the cemetery, a place...
