Narrator's pov

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It was a bright sunny mor-

Nah they done gone and killed the pastor, I'm getting my bass boosted ass outta this chapter

It was a terrible day for the nuns of Saint Mary's Convension. The most respected man had just mysteriously passed away in his sleep.

Keyword, mysteriously.

He was one healthy Oxe, John Harris. A simple Pastor who respected everyone and everything around him. I guess that's why he was critized in the first place

John had rumors spreading about him, especially from the other sisters in the church. His grin was always wide but his heart was twice the size. He respected the Bible and the words of other preachers but he was still open minded about so many things.

Which is exactly why many questioned him

It caused talks around the town, newspapers published and framed his name as their highlight.

The laughing stock of the village, but never cared. John continued to run the institution with the help of the gremlin mother superior.

They all lived in the convent, John was like the father of the nuns, taking in a few helpless off the streets and helping them along the way. He was known as a good man and should be remembered as such

Besides the fact that he was up to his foreskin in controversy these days.

Many started noticing changes in the man, John became very secretive, locking himself in his office all day, spending most of his time reading on satanic rituals, he barley gave any time of day to his Covent family.

Sometimes he'd space out while preaching, he would talk to himself while he walked. Almost as if he was talking to a ghost or an entity.

Now ya see, normally I'd do the same but I just have undiagnosed ADHD and schizophrenia

The sisters would spread rumors and talk of his name, there was just something off about John recently that no one could figure out

About three months ago, John became troubled. There was something in his eyes that no one else could see, a spark ignited and an evil lurking within, hidden behind the fading soul of John Harris

Unfortunately John decided to hit the grave before anyone could figure out what the heck he was up to. No fair because I'm no good at murder mysteries.

John was loved but he was alone. Sure he had over a hundred nuns apart of the convent and a superior to assist with everything but he was still empty.

Even though he had his niece with him, it was never the same. John paid no attention to the girl since the three months he's been acting different. They were close, almost like father and daughter. But things change. Well, John changed but you get the point.

The funeral service was slower than the Haas formula 1 car, Everyone had a memory to share, a favourite hymn to sing. Whoever arranged it must have agreed to every request. By half way through some of the old dears were swaying on their feet and were it not for the keen spring wind pushing through the open church doors there might have been more to bury than just Edna.

"Good Afternoon Ms Harris" A tall woman said as she approached the podium

"Good Afternoon Mother Superior" John's niece replied

Ella Harris, coffee brown eyes that made you feel warm inside, Her brown eyes shone brightly, reflecting the warmth of the sun. They were such a unique colour, a mix of light and dark, so big and beautiful, so much emotion held inside.

They smiled constantly, those doe eyes. Long lashes rimmed her eyes, making them stand out so much more. She could never understand the beauty she was made of, because she doesn't see herself as that.

Ella and mother superior stood at the front row of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect or maybe there were too afraid to look at who was in that box. The coffin was dark stained cherry and it was perfectly polished. It had a cushioned and silky lining. It seemed inviting. It was good to know that at least her uncle was resting in a comfortable place.

The coffin was pulled from the hearse by six men all wearing suits. The silence dwelled as they entered the church. It wobbled as they carried it to the front and gently placed it down. 

Now if y'all drop the pastor, all hell finna break loose. Literally-

Ella held her own shaky hand the whole time, she was never allowed to associate with anyone or talk to them. She had no friends in the convent, no family. Ella was lonely in her mind.

She wiped tears onto her sleeve quickly, trying to avoid death glares from the Superior. She kept it together until they passed a picture of John to everyone and that's when all the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave.

His face seemed so alive and happy and Ella couldn't help but wonder what her uncle looked like under that closed wooden box. Maybe he was finally at peace, away from the rumors and stress of so much power.

Ella stared blankly at it hoping that a miracle would happen and John would rise again and come back to the world, come back to them. But nothing happened. He was gone.

It's crazy how things can turn upside down for you. You see the person every day and suddenly, they're gone and when they go, a part of you goes with them too.

"Stand up straight, you look like a circle" Mother Superior scoffed

Her hands gripped Ella's and pulled her closer, brushing against the girl's tunic wear and adjusting it symmetrical before shoving her back again. Ella held her head low, burning in embarrassment as a few eyes of the sisters stared into the side of her head

"As many of you may know, John Harris has a niece. Ella Horris who will be saying a few words" Mother announced

The brunette bit down on her bottom lip nervously, she was told to prepare something but she hadn't planned it out. She hadn't had the time to, her emotions consumed her more than most.

Ella spent hours crying, allowing those hot tears to run down her cheek and stain her uniform. The crying stopped when Mother Superior caught her.

"Never show your emotions, keep it to yourself. Have some decency. Never act on your feelings" Were all words from Superior

It was the only thing that kept Ella alive. Not feeling. Not caring.

"Good Afternoon everyone" Ella mumbled as she reached the podium

"Good Afternoon" everyone in the church replied

"My.. My name is Ella. I'm John Harris's niece and the only person left of the Harris bloodline" Ella muttered

A few weird stares were sent her way, furrowed brows and whispers into the ear that led to soft chuckles. Ella bit her bottom lip even harder as she squirmed around on stage, gripping her knuckles into the side of the podium

"John Harris wasn't just a Pastor. He was the father of St Mary's Convent and a father figure to me. John took me in when I was just nine years old after my parents had passed away and treated my like a daughter. His heart was bigger than his own body and his soul was unmatched by anyone on earth. John was different, he cared more than he should. He's taken in many orphans from the streets and helped those in need. He truly will be mis-Missed" Ella stuttered, tears filled the rim of her eyes as a pain took over her neck, trying to choke back her tears

The memories started to flood her brain, John was the closest person she had to a father figure. He was her only family. The man had a laugh that could light up a room, a smile that was brighter than the sun and a heart bigger than the ocean itself. But now he's gone. He's gone and she was the only left. She was on her own again. An orphan to Saint Mary's.

"Eh em" Ella cleared her throat as gripped the podium even tighter, taking deep breaths to control her trembling chin

"Um.. I'm.. I'm sorry uh-" she barley squeaked out

As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping.

Ella felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. Tension grew in her face and limbs, Her breathing became more rapid, more shallow

"I'm sorry, I ca- I can't do this" Ella muttered out before running

Her feet took control and she dashed off the stage, hundred of eyes pasted to the back of her head as she ran. She ran with everything she had, her loss, her emptiness, it was all placed into that energy to keep her moving. Unfortunately she heard a voice that pained her heart before she dashed out the church

"She's too emotional. I'm sick and tired of it!" Mother hissed

And with that, Ella was gone. Her eyes frantically scanned the dimly lit hallway and her hands pressed against the walls, holding herself up. Her lungs burned and so did the tightness in her throat. Her heart was racing a hundred miles per hour.

Everything seemed to blurry. So dizzy.
The world was starting to spin and she had no idea how to handle it. She was alone again. Abandoned almost. It was something to be an orphan once, but now she was alone twice. Ella lost the two parents that cared about her and now she lost her uncle. What else was there to do?

The thoughts accelerated inside her head. She wanted them to slow so she could breathe again but they refused to. Her breaths came in gasps and she felt her body slowly losing consciousness

Her heart was hammering inside her chest like it belonged to a rabbit running for its skin. The hallway started to spin, her hands gripped the wall as she slowly started to fall down. Ella squated on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something her brain and body could cope with

Although the world was moving in slow motion and her vision was blurred by her tears. Ella swore she saw wings and glowing red eyes belonging to a shadow figure of a person down the hall

The figure slowly approached her but Ella couldn't fight it. Her body had turned numb under her panic. There was nothing left for her to do than accept her fate that was coming

Even if it was the shadow figure approaching her

"S-Stay away!" Ella hissed

On cue, the figure stopped. Their head tilted to the side, almost as if they were examining Ella's features. The glowing red stopped as the figure started to become more visible. They moved forward again, coming closer and closer towards Ella.

The girl's eyes went wide as she tried so desperately to move her limbs, but there was something fighting against her. Almost as if she wants in control of her own body anymore.

It was only in that moment the figure reached her face. It was a girl with the most sinister look in her eyes. But that was the only thing she could take in before her body finally gave up and slipped into a state of unconsciousness.

"Hello Ella"

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A/N

An annual birthday spam isn't a spam without a new boooookkkk

Welcome to the beginning of another exciting journey. Who knows where this book will take us but I'm happy you're here for the ride

A bumpy ride too

I love you all so much, I'll drink for all of us today. Stay safe safe cookie munchers

Monsters*

Sure.