Short Story
Father Francis is walking down the lane near the town park, whistling to himself. It was a dry and chilly evening as he took his usual walk after dinner. All of a sudden he hears a faint scream in the distance. He turns to face the path at once to look for any danger. He sees nothing and then runs down the path. There he sees two people. One struggling and the other calm. The calm girl turns at the sound of Father Francis, her hair is tangled, her face is pale, her hands are blood soaked and cut. She drops the other person as Father Francis drops to the floor in shock. Her eyes are as black as the eyes of the devil. As Father Francis is unable to move in shock, she disappeared into the dark.
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