Craving Sin

Sitting behind his desk, Father Hauser leaned back in his chair. "Was this like the other times? Did it feel like the investigations?"

"Much worse. Normally when I come to a scene, I can feel something watching me, always one or at most a handful. I can feel their presence and their desire to keep me out. Here, it's like I'm being ignored but I still feel the evil. There is something in this school, and while it isn't aware of who I am, the weight of its presence is more intense than anything I've ever felt."

"Thane, do you really believe there is something at this school? A spirit? A poltergeist? A demon?"

"None of those. This is something new."

"And you're sure?"

"Absolutely."

Once again, Hauser leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

"You know something, don't you?" Thane asked.

"A few days ago, there were three suicides in the city. They weren't our students, but it was very unusual. They were performed simultaneously at different locations and in very gruesome ways. Then yeste