Plagued by muffled footsteps, ghostly whispers, and flickering lights, your home—the old Turner house—had become a prison of fear.
After local authorities dismissed your pleas, you turned to the clergy. Father Elijah, a seasoned priest, agreed to help.
As you approached the foreboding house, a sudden rush of heat enveloped you. Stepping inside, shivers run down your spine, sensing an unseen force. Father Elijah swiftly drew his cross and commanded, “Stand behind me.”
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