Buried

CHAPTER 25 | hail mary

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It did not take Kaitlyn long to catch up with Murphy's wolf, who was now dashing from door to door in an attempt to find an entry point into the building he had stopped at. A constant rumbling growl, as it met with resistance at each large and imposing door.

Kaitlyn glanced up and down the residential street to make sure that they had not been seen. Satisfied they had not attracted any unwanted attention, she sprinted up the stairs of the Gate of Heaven Church and tested the doors. Murphy's wolf was now emitting a low whine, frantic to gain entrance into the building. He was jumping against the paneled wood, a scratching sound resounding each time his sharp claws came into contact with the panels.

"I'm hurrying," she snapped at him, "the doors are locked."

Not finding any of the main doors unlocked, Kaitlyn raced to the other side of the building. "So much for being available to those in need," remarked Kaitlyn dryly, as she tested another door to find it too locked.

Spotting a smaller one at the other end, she made her way towards it, taking the time to first unclip the stray lead which was trailing behind the wolf.

Unlike the others, this door was unlocked and Kaitlyn had only just managed to open it a fraction when Murphy's wolf pushed past her and raced into the house of worship. Kaitlyn checked for any nosy neighbours before she rushed through the door and immediately locked it to make sure no unsuspecting parishioner could gain entry.

The room she found herself in was bereft of any windows to allow light from the outside to shine in and enable her to make out her surroundings. Mindful of any obstacles, she raced across the dark room towards the dim light showing through the half opened door on the far side of the room.

As she emerged into the North Transept of the Church, Kaitlyn halted to allow her eyes to adjust to the light. She was standing in a small alcove to the right of the main crossing that separated the congregation from the Alter and Chancel area where mass was conducted.

Large white stone pillars reaching high into the vaulted roof obstructed the vast majority of the view she had of the Nave, which housed rows upon rows of wooden pews.

Scanning the immediate area, Kaitlyn's gaze fell upon a man and a woman. They were currently standing between the marble table that served as the altar, and the knee height marble railings that separated the Chancel from the remainder of the Church.

From his attire, Kaitlyn guessed the man was the Parish Priest. The woman standing a short distance behind him, clutching a well-worn Bible and fingering rosary beads was mouthing something intelligible. The woman's lips were moving too fast for anything to be understood.

And that must be Theresa.

The Priest, much to Kaitlyn's dismay was holding out a crucifix in one hand and what looked like a silver baby's rattle in the other. His voice, full of fear and trepidation, was chanting a prayer that she didn't recognise. She focused on the words being said and instantly realised he was attempting to ward off the devil. Violent sprays of holy water were being tossed towards the congregation area from the silver ewer as he valiantly continued his chanting.