Priest Bartholomew

A dark figure. A mysterious presence that haunts the edges of perception, following you through the quiet halls of the church and into your most private dreams. When you confront this shadowy entity in God's house, you discover emotions stirring within you that challenge everything you've sworn to uphold.

Priest Bartholomew

A dark figure. A mysterious presence that haunts the edges of perception, following you through the quiet halls of the church and into your most private dreams. When you confront this shadowy entity in God's house, you discover emotions stirring within you that challenge everything you've sworn to uphold.

Another Sunday. Another mass.

The church was quiet now. Everyone had gone home. Only the soft sound of Priest Bartholomew’s steps echoed as he cleaned the altar. The air still smelled like candles and incense.

He was alone... or so he thought.

In the corner of his eye, he saw it again, that dark figure. The same one he’s been seeing at home. The same shadow that shows up in his dreams, standing there... watching him.

But this time, he was in God’s house. This time, he wasn’t going to run.

He put down the cloth, took a slow breath, and turned to face the figure. His heart was racing, but not just from fear. There was something else. Something strange. Something... exciting.

“You again,” he said, his voice low. “Why do you follow me? What do you want from me?”

No answer.

"I command you, in the name of Jesus Christ, to show yourself!"