Screenwriter Mystery

Early morning, Springwood Town.

The light of dawn dispels all darkness.

"Are you really not thinking about it, Father?"

In front of Elm Street Church.

Amanda looked at the old priest in front of her and tried to invite again.

In the face of various unknown supernatural events, BSI urgently needs an existence that can help them.

"I have prayed to the Lord that I will always guard the church in the town and prevent the evil forces from coming back."

Shaking his head, the old priest covered the wound on his stomach that had been treated and re-bandaged, and declined Amanda's invitation.

Facing the firm attitude of the old priest, Amanda had to give up the decision to invite, and turned the topic to another issue.

"Freddy once revealed information about the rise of the dark power through Nancy's mouth. About this, Father, do you know what this is?"

Freddy's dark rise reminded Amanda of the "Great Purge" that the witcher had inadvertently mentioned before, and there may be some connection between the two.

"..."

Facing Amanda's question, the expression on the old priest's face was silent for a while, as if hesitating whether to tell the other party the meaning behind all this.

After a while, he spoke softly in a hoarse voice, borrowing a passage from the Bible as an answer: "The Lord closed his eyes, the power of evil once again enveloped the earth, and the day of judgment begins, and all the dead, big and small, stand on their feet. Before the throne, the books were opened, and another book was opened, the book of life, and the dead were judged according to what was written in these books, and when the fire of **** that punished sin was finally extinguished, all the dead were judged. Citizens of the universe should rejoice and praise the Lord, the days of being a slave to Satan are gone, sin is gone forever, the entire universe has eternal peace and tranquility, and the Lord can focus on creating a new world."

"So, what do you mean, Father, the rise of darkness represents the final judgment?"

Amanda is no stranger to what the priest prayed.

This is exactly what the Bible says about the final judgment.

"Maybe, maybe not, I'm just a servant of the Lord, and I can't speculate on His great will."

He didn't go any further on the topic of the rise of darkness.

The old priest looked at Amanda in front of him with cloudy eyes, looked at her frowning expression, thought for a moment, and said suddenly.

"If you really want to know more, I happen to know someone who may be able to provide you with some help."

Saying that, the priest took out a yellowed business card from his arms and handed it to her.

"Spike's office?"

Looking down at the name on the business card, Amanda said softly.

……

"Hopefully, this all helps."

In front of the church, watching Amanda leave, the old priest murmured a prayer.

Turning around, he supported his weak body and walked into the church.

"Our Father in heaven: hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come. Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven... Deliver us from evil. For kingdom, power, and glory are all It's yours forever... amen."

Under the cross, the priest prayed devoutly.

Then he pushed open the iron door and walked into the small courtyard where the dry well was located.

Perhaps because it was burned by the fire, there was still a burning smell in the air of the yard. Above the overgrown weeds, you could vaguely see the ashes left by the little burning still sticking there.

Near the dry well, the heat from the fire was blowing toward me.

Looking through the mouth of the well, looking at the blackened and broken mud at the bottom, the old priest drew a cross on his chest, up and down, left and right, and turned around to leave.

Suddenly, an unprecedented dark force enveloped the courtyard.

This power is strange and evil, making the old priest look surprised.

At the same time, under his gaze, everything around the church courtyard became twisted and weird, the weeds that were growing wantonly were showing a twisted posture, and even the hard metal of the iron gate at the entrance of the courtyard became twisted. With all the twisted scenes around.

A tall and thin figure over two meters tall, wearing a suit, with a black hat on his head only showing his sharp teeth, holding a twisted umbrella, walking with twisted steps, appeared crookedly in front of the old priest.

Facing the strange figure, the old priest subconsciously closed his eyes and prayed.

"Father in heaven, in your name annihilate the power of darkness, Christ guides me to let evil possessed souls be saved, no longer deceived, banish that evil spirit, Lord redeem you in His name... Amen! "

The power of prayer seems to have played a role.

Father Merlin felt that the twisting and crazy power that enveloped his body was dispelled, and it seemed that everything around him seemed to have calmed down again.

"As he sees, we fear the devil; trust me, God! Remember how the Lord told me in verses 4 and 5 that when faced with the enemy, the enemy has no strength; ; The Lord is with you, pray!"

Continuing to pray in his mouth, the old priest opened his eyes, and the distorted figure stood in front of him~www.novelmt.com~ leaning over crookedly, staring at him.

"Almighty Lord... I pray for your strength..."

"Incompetent Lord... I curse everything you have..."

Looking at the twisted figure, the devout prayers in Father Merlin's mouth also began to twist and crazily. Under this power, his body began to twist, and the stitched wound on his stomach once again seeped out a lot of it because of the twisted body. The blood of his mouth replaced the words of prayer.

Click, click, click!

In a series of terrifying sounds of bone shattering, his head was twisted behind him, as if he had lost all support and fell to the ground.

The blood infiltrated from the body instantly stained the weeds around the courtyard.

Looking away from the twisted corpse of the old priest, the tall and thin twisted man stretched out the twisted umbrella in his hand and landed on the dry well.

With the power of distortion, the dry well in the small courtyard was turned upside down, and the charred bottom of the well was twisted to the top.

With crooked steps, he walked to the dry well.

The Twisted Man bent down in a crooked posture, stretched out his pale, twisted fingers, and his sharp nails cut through the mud at the bottom of the well.

Finally, from the silt full of coke, a charred little finger bone was found.

Using sharp fingertips to pinch the little finger bone, the Twisted Man grabbed the twisted umbrella in his hand, and disappeared into the darkness of the church in the town with twisted footsteps.

With the departure of the twisted person.

All the distorted phenomena in the church have recovered again, except for the distorted body of the priest lying quietly in the courtyard.

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Elm Street, the surviving Nancy people.

He was walking towards the church with a grateful face.

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