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When the boy came back to reality, no one was there. The orphanage was empty. He moved to the door of the room he was in, crossing across the variety of beds and pressing his ear against the door. No sound, no conversation as if they were eating with each other, no creaking of the floorboards, not even a giggle from a child. The boy lays flat on the ground, looking under the crack of the door, locking it while doing so.
The ticking of the clock builds anxiety in his chest as he tries his best to see if anything is there.
Tick... tock... tick...
A shadow passes the door, some life is actually there, the boy believing that he was just on high alert because of what happened last night. The boy unlocks the door and opens it, closing it again slowly before locking it, once again.
Sweat trickles off of his nose as he lowers himself to the floor. What he saw wasn't human. It looked like one of the priests but it's body, it's back... hunched over and large clambe
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