Faith (Complete)

When Darkness Get's Too Dark

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING

there are some religious things mentioned in this chapter, It's more for a creepy vibe, I'm sorry if I offend anyone for putting a religion you're against or using your religion in a bad way, This is not to offend anyone, it's just to make a good story, so no, I'm not making fun of any religion, and I'm also not trying to make you convert into any religion,

P.S This is all MADE UP!

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OLIVER POV

"Rosemary wants me to go to bed in an hour..."I explain. Faith nods in understanding. "But I'm not going to leave....you have to tell me whats going on...there's a place in the forrest..it's only used during winter to store wood,"

"No, there's no way I'm going back there, last time my mom got shot," Faith says.

"It's close, it's not too deep into the forest," I explain. Faith bites her lip.

"Fine," she whispers. She gets up and opens a drawer, she takes out a rope made out of sheets. she goes to the terrace, I follow her and help her tie the knot on the banister. "It Can't hold us both, I'll go first," she says. She quickly and carefully climbs down the rope. She jumps down to the ground. I sigh and start climbing down carefully. "Are you sure it's not too deep?" Faith whispers

"Positive, now come on, we don't have much time before a security guard comes to do his rounds," I whisper. I hide the rope in the tree. I then grab Faith's hand and we run into the forest. It was darker, creepier, more dangerous. I can understand why Faith didn't want to come here in the first place. I see the small log house, It was darker as if it was an abandoned haunted building. I jump past the stepping stones that helped us pass the small stream, Faith was behind me, I walked up the old wooden porch, the old wood creaked as I stepped on it. I opened the door, it made a loud screech. It was dark and dusty. I grab a flashlight and turn it on, Faith walks up to me. I close the door behind her.

"Why don't you just turn on the lights?" Faith asks.

"We're already risking the flashlights, Luther or any other security guard will notice if we turn on the lights," I explain.

"I thought you said you stored wood here," Faith looks around the room and walks towards the small fireplace. "It looks like someone lived here..." she says as she grabs an old photo frame from a small wood table. I go up behind her and sine the flashlight on the small picture, the glass was broken, but the picture was still there. It was a girl with a smile, she had long black hair, she looked around my age. I carefully take out the photograph of the young girl. I turn it around to see the back of the photograph

"To my Lovely Louise, hopefully with this photograph, you will think of our wonderful time together, With Love, Father Paul"

"Why did that sound so....."

"Wrong? Weird? Off?" I ask. "Because it is... This was a house, In 1815 Louise Boucher was born, her parents were butchers, Her father committed suicide, and her mother was put into an asylum after she butchered a cat. Louise was put into an orphanage in a church, When she turned Six years old..things changed, She went down to the kitchen one night to get a glass of water...Father Paul violated her...It kept happening, all the girls in the orphanage knew, but they all cowered in fear of becoming Father Pauls next toy, Louise then ran away with two boys from another orphanage, they took a small boat and came all the way here to New York. The two boys had given all their supplies to Louise, so they died of starvation and/or dehydration. Louise came here to the forest and built this house. She stayed hidden from everyone. Then, some campers came here, and they met Louise, They had raided her house, and they found her journal, they read through it. Then Louise came home, they called her a witch, a witch that had cast a spell to be violated, to 'seduce' Father Paul. A demon, a murderer. Then, the campers burned her..." I look at Faith.

"Her life went bad because of one person being selfish....even after her parents were gone...she still could've had a good life...."

"Louise is dead.....she's gone...But you're not...You can still live a good life....just let me help you through your past so you're not haunted by whatever you're carrying..." I say. She sighs and sits down on the dusty ground, I sit down in front of her.

"You know I was born homeless...I was born in the streets... My mom wanted me to have the best life I could, she would do anything for me, She protected me with her life...I witnessed so many murders...death....car crashes....rapes...It was enough for my mom to seek help from anyone, So...she eventually got help from a gang...the snakes...of course, my mother had to give them something in exchange for protection....so she gave them the only thing she had....her body...We would get fed, protected, everything... But every night my mother got tortured...I met a girl while I was with the snakes...her name was Charity....she was my best friend...my only friend...what I didn't know is that she never got fed...and they tortured her the same way they tortured my mother....except it was in the day... I never got hurt...Meanwhile, Charity was being starved and beaten... and then she died...right in front of me..." She whispers quietly.