JD's Daily Writes 23 Nov 24
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In an abandoned cathedral, echoes of a long-forgotten chant float through the air, luring you deeper into its dark, twisting passages.
The air within the cathedral was heavy with a damp chill, each breath feeling like it drew centuries of dust into her lungs. The chant echoed from every direction, a low, guttural hum interwoven with a melody that was almost beautiful, almost soothing—if not for the creeping unease it carried.
Her footsteps echoed on the cracked marble floor, each step sounding louder than it should, as if the cathedral itself were listening. She called out into the vast, shadowed expanse, her voice swallowed by the chant.
And then, they appeared. Figures darting past her, their faces pale and blurred, their footsteps soundless.
“Hey!” she shouted, reaching out to the nearest one, a gaunt man in tattered clothing.
He didn’t slow, didn’t even glance her way. The anger rose unbidden in her chest, and she planted herself firmly in his path.
“I said, hey!”
He collided with her.
Or he should have. Instead, he passed through her, the chill of his form seeping into her bones like winter’s grasp. She stumbled back, her breath catching as the truth clawed its way into her mind.
They weren’t ignoring her. They couldn’t see her.
“Ghosts?” she wondered, “I don’t believe in ghosts. Then what?”
She felt uneasy by her last thought. She continued walking down the hallway the figures had come from, her footsteps still echoing around her, mixed in with the ominous chanting. She felt if she could locate the source of the chanting, she could find her way out.
Her walking finally brought her to a large door where it was clear the chanting was coming from, she pushed open the door to find a crowd of hooded figures circling a large table.
She tried to get a hooded figure's attention, but once again she was completely ignored. Walking in between them, she ventured to the centre of the room where she saw a body lying on a table, cautiously she walked around the table to where should see the person's face.
The chanting had reached a fevered pitch as she neared the end of the table, just as a hooded figure stepped forward with a knife raised in the air, bringing it down in an arch, piercing the body's chest. The body jerked, the head lifted, and the face contorted with pain as a scream erupted from the lips.
She screamed as she witnessed all of this, staring into her own pain-contorted face.
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The air within the cathedral was heavy with a damp chill, each breath feeling like it drew centuries of dust into her lungs. The chant echoed from every direction, a low, guttural hum interwoven with a melody that was almost beautiful, almost soothing—if not for the creeping unease it carried.
Her footsteps echoed on the cracked marble floor, each step sounding louder than it should, as if the cathedral itself were listening. She called out into the vast, shadowed expanse, her voice swallowed by the chant.
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