The tale I’m about to tell is one that will chill you to the bone. It is the story of a man who had suffered from heart attacks for many years, and the horror that followed.
I was born in a small town in the Midwest, and had lived there my entire life. For as long as I can remember, I had suffered from heart problems, and I was always careful not to overexert myself. I had been given medication to help with my condition, but it did little to ease my pain.
One day, I was out walking when I noticed an old church in a nearby neighborhood. It was a large, imposing building, and I could feel the presence of something sinister emanating from it. I decided to investigate further, and as I approached the entrance, a priest came out and asked me what I was doing there.
The priest told me that he had been expecting me, and that he had been praying for my safety. He said that he wanted to help me with my heart condition, and proposed that I stay at the church for a few nights. Despite my reservations, I agreed.
That night, as I lay in bed in the church, I heard strange noises coming from outside my room. I was too afraid to investigate, so instead I just lay still, hoping that whatever it was would go away.
But the noises continued, and eventually I mustered the courage to investigate. As soon as I opened the door, a wave of terror swept over me. A figure shrouded in black emerged from the shadows and began to chant an eerie incantation.
I knew immediately that this figure was a priest, and that he had come to carry out some dark ritual. Terrified, I ran away as fast as I could. As I ran, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and collapsed.
When I awoke, I was in the hospital with a defibrillator attached to my chest. The doctor explained that I had suffered a heart attack and that it was lucky that someone had found me when they did.
From then on, I stayed away from the church and its dark secrets. But no matter how hard I tried to forget what had happened there, the fear always lingered in the back of my mind.
To this day, the memory of that priest still haunts me. Whenever there is a full moon, I can hear the sound of his chanting echoing in the darkness.