Chaos Inside A Pen

The interior of the church didn’t transform into something preposterous as the three prepare for the mass; No image of a naked man with a goat for his head. No inverted cross or pentacle on the walls. Not even a host of black-clad devotees. But upon replacing the white candles with black, the air suddenly shifts from beatific to ominous in a span of second after they lit them one by one. The fire seems to magnetize the heavy shadow in all corners; skirting at the edge of the altar and waiting for the unholy mass to start. Eddie found his knees buckling and his heart racing like a stampede of a thousand stallion. It was nostalgic and terrifying at the same time as the first invocation he had done with Alejandro as they conjure the spirit of Bartzabel. All the hairs on his body are tingling wildly and the blood on his veins froze and prick his flesh. But he can’t help but feel a slight bliss; an elevated feeling that he feels guilty about it now that he is wearing a ...

“I was diagnosed with Cancer. Stage 2.” After the revelation brought by Alejandro in the seance, Salome invited Eddie for a cup of tea which the priest gladly take. He could use a little bit of chitchat knowing how nerve-wracking the message he got from the land of the dead. “My doctor told me that there is something off with it. It progress too rapidly for cancer and immune to anything that counters it: chemo, alternative medicine, and even operation. They removed a damn tumor right in my brain and guess what? It grows again after a month.” “So what does your cancer have to do with Alejandro’s message?” Salome locks her eyes with Eddie as her curiosity continues to escalate regarding her new client. “It clarifies a lot. I suspect my cancer is done with a taint of dark arts. With Alejandro’s frequent haunting, I thought he is the one behind it.” Eddie confessed as he continues to drink his coffee. “But now I know who is the real culprit.” “Fatima Mcgillis?”...

Image: Shadow of a Barcelona Priest by Aza Raskin (Flickr.com) License:  https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/ "Its occult time! This story has been inspired by a certain kind of mass called Mass of Sant-Secaire allegedly held during the time when trials and devil possession are imminent in western countries. I think I've read it from a pocket encyclopedia about ghosts and witches. The materials that you will found here for Quija Board seance are taken/ inspired from Mr. Tobie Abad's awesome graphic novel called "Diliman". Just a word of warning though, this is just fiction, and reader's discretion is advised because you might found some contents in the story too mature for your taste."  The smell of incense and herbs mingle in the air inside the room of Salome as Eddie sits uncomfortably on the floor. He can still feel the heavy glare of the old woman as if she was casting an evil eye on him. He could do the sign of the horn to ward...