"Just keep it!" Father Mathew shoved the worn Bible hard enough for Miro to stumble back on the porch. "Take the holy water too!"
It's mid summer and in the distance cicadas drone as Miro watched the priest retreat down the steps. Father Mathew was a man of slim build, and wrinkled eyes. He was one of the first few people Miro met when settling into his new home in Cabeal Park. Miro glanced at the Bible and a bottle of Holy Water with a frown. This really wasn't necessary. Sure, the last owner of his new home passed away inside. Miro isn't exactly sure how. The stories neighbors gave varied. Despite this, using water to try ward of any evil felt silly.
He shook his head, exasperated sigh slipping from his lips before he set the book and bottle down over the wooden railing. Luckily, most of his luggage sat on the porch, all he needed was to move it inside. With one free hand, Miro fished in his pocket for a long copper key. The door unlocked with a heavy clunk, creaking open for Miro to pad into a shrouded corridor. Despite it being Summer, the air enveloped him like a frigid blanket. He shivered, hand fumbling over the wall to locate a switch. His fingers slide over something thick and wet.
"Ah! Fuck!" He jerked back, his suitcase striking the floor violently while he rushed outside to inspect what was it that he touched.
Once back under the sun, Miro's brows knitted at some letters sprawled down his fingers. He soon sucked in a breath.
I'm right behind you.
