Author: Myrythwyn

To Whom It May Concern,

When I came to the estate all was quiet. There was an eerie stillness I had never felt before.

I was there to take charge of the estate only in the sense that I would live and maintain the property. Ensure nothing was vandalized.

I lived in a converted area off of the kitchen and for the first few days, everything was fine. I would begin my mornings by going through the estate, unlocking every door, and checking the rooms for damage before closing them up again. I would clean the 5 rooms that remained open and then inspect the property from the outside and, if required, maintain what minimal landscaping there was.

I had to send an update on the property to the owners by the end of the day and then tuck in for the night. For the most part, I was left to my own devices, which suited me just fine.

Then the strange sounds started. An out-of-place gust of wind here or there. Then there were the pitters. The occasional sounds I heard behind me, but when I turned; nothing. I assumed it was the usual noises of old houses. Read more »

**SET-UP**

This is based on the painting “The Cursed/Damned Woman” by Francois Octave Tassaer.

The speaker has escaped a religious cult and found themselves in a catholic church where they call out to the heavens. They are answered by three angels who appear as women and teach her the ways in unconditional, divine, carnal love.

First time writing something like this, so I hope you like it. ?

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**STORY**

The night was dark and the rain was unforgiving when I arrived at the large church door. At first, I did not know it was a church, I had been running for hours through the woods in the night, wind howling in my face as my shift dress grew heavy with water.

It was very late when the priest let me in. I was brought through the fantastic main room with its high-vaulted ceiling and stained-glass windows brought to life from the lightning, before settling back to their dark slumber. I did not realize how tired I was until I sat by the fire. My legs fell out from under me causing a hard landing to the chair. The priest brought me a warm robe and soup. They told me they did not have much, but they set up a bed of blankets for me by the fire so I may rest. Read more »