The haunting of father Frank. (Frank X Eddie)

2.

As the train came to a gentle halt at the station, Frank felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension wash over him. He glanced at Julie, who was already bouncing with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she took in the sights around them. The train doors slid open with a soft hiss, and he stepped out onto the platform, the cool air brushing against his skin. He grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment, the familiar weight of it grounding him.

Julie walked beside him, her energy almost palpable as they made their way toward the exit. The train station was bustling with activity, people coming and going, laughter mingling with the sound of rolling suitcases and distant announcements.

As Frank and Julie walked up the steps to the large orphanage, Frank felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness bubbling within him. The building loomed above them, its red-brick facade warm in the afternoon sun, yet somehow imposing. He glanced up at one of the windows, catching a glimpse of a nun looking down at him. Their eyes met for a brief moment, she disappeared from view. He paused, momentarily distracted by the encounter, but the sound of the doors opening brought him back to the present.

Two priests stepped out to greet them, and Frank felt a flutter of curiosity. The priest on the right was tall and broad-shouldered, he had green fleece fur, with a yellow nose and blue hair, a caterpillar. His dark robes contrasted sharply with the bright surroundings. The priest on the left, however, was a stark contrast—a smaller figure, only about three feet tall, with bright yellow skin and a cat-like smile.

"Hello, welcome," the little priest said, his voice soft, slow and inviting. "I'm Father Wallace darling," he continued, his smile widening. The tall priest nodded in agreement "And I'm Father Howdy Pillar"

They were led inside, the doors creaking open to reveal a bright and bustling foyer. Children's laughter echoed through the halls, and the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. "You must be..." the tall priest began, trailing off as he looked at Frank and Julie with curiosity. Frank seized the opportunity to introduce himself

"Frank Frankly," he said, his voice steady. Julie chimed in beside him, her enthusiasm shining through. "And I'm Julie Joyful!" she declared, her smile infectious.

"Welcome to the orphanage," Wallace, the small priest, said with a nod. "This is both male and female foster care. We take care of the children until they are 19." His voice had a soothing quality.

"We're so glad to have you both here. The children will be thrilled to meet you. They love having new friends to play with." Howdy said

As they walked deeper into the orphanage, Frank began to take in the vibrant atmosphere. Colorful murals adorned the walls, depicting scenes of adventure and friendship, and the sounds of children playing filled the air.

"Are there any specific activities we'll be involved in?" Frank asked, genuinely curious. Howdy looked down at him "We have various programs throughout the week, including tutoring, arts and crafts, and outdoor games. We encourage our volunteers to bring their ideas as well. The children thrive on creativity and new experiences." Frank nodded

Julie, ever the optimist, chimed in, "I love arts and crafts! I can't wait to get started!" Julie said. "I love the enthusiasm," Wally said

Frank looked up at the ceiling of the orphanage, captivated by the intricate artwork that adorned the space. Angels floated gracefully among clouds, their expressions serene and peaceful, while a prominent painting of the Virgin Mary held what appeared to be an angelic baby in her arms. Her eyes were closed, and a gentle smile graced her lips, radiating warmth and comfort. It was a striking image that seemed to envelop the room in a sense of tranquility, and for a moment, Frank felt a flicker of hope stirring within him.