"Jenny, please. Parents said we need to leave or were not gonna make it"
"hold on and let me finish praying. I can feel his presence."
The two sisters were at a standoff as their parents stammered to get everything in their SUV. They were one of the last ones to make as because all the other members have died. Jenny was standing in the front row of the local church, sweating, panting, and speaking in tongues as she prayed profoundly. As Amelia was finally about to give up, she felt the same spin chilling presence as Jenny had felt before. She was frozen in fear and felt as if she was not in control of her own body.
"Thou father please forgive me and my family as we and the rest have sin. please take pity on us and don't damn us to the eternal fires of hell. You listen and I feel the presence of the saints upon us and I fell the---"
"Jenny, Jenny are yo there? Please Jenny I' scared. Jenny please talk to me!"
She then began to choke on something Amelia could not see. She used all of her strength to try and rescue her but to no avail. As she was near closed to tears, she could see something. She began to gargle on her own blood it trickled down her neck and then her arm. Amelia began to weep as she had realized her parents left without them and would never come back. She then heard a thump. It had come from the corner Jenny was standing in. A white ceramic chunk of bone had fallen from her mouth; and then another, and another, and finally another. She then finally collapsed and hit her head on the hard, cold, concrete floor. Amelia could finally heel herself again and sprinted to save her bellowing sister.
Once she had keeled down to save her. She stroked her blond soft head hoping it would make her feel better and then everything went quiet. There was a quiet chuckle and then bloody projectile vomit across the stone wall.Amelia then went flying to the last row where she was crouched in the far corner with what looked like a disfigured wrist. Her demonic sibling kept walking towards her sister ignoring her pleas. And in the husky, dark, and male voice; she voiced:
"The saints are dead inside and nobody knows"
Her last scream echoed through the surrounding empty town; known as Grand Woods.
(I just wanted to put out the prologue before and see how people would like it. leave a comment if you want me to finish it."
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Vengeful Saints
Kinh dịReporter Carla Santiago is on the story of a lifetime from the town she grew up in, the only problem, everybody is dead.