Back inside the church, Donald's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse so loud in his ears that he barely registered the quiet **creak** of the door as the vines behind it fully sealed it.
His body was frozen, but his mind was in overdrive, desperately trying to figure out what to do next. He hadn't expected this. At all.
Turning slowly, he came face to face with something straight out of a nightmare. Every single person in the church, those who had been sitting motionless and eerily quiet just moments ago, now stood, their heads turned toward him.
Their blank expressions changed into ominous smiles as their eyes glinted with something unnatural.
Before he could process the sheer horror of the scene, Sister Rose's voice echoed throughout the space, sending a chill down Donald's spine.
"Leaving so soon?" Her tone was as sweet as honey, but sounded so venomous that it made his skin crawl. The smile she wore was even more chilling.
