A flash of lightning, a clap of thunder. A church bell strikes twelve, a woman screams out in pain. A window illuminates, the rain starts.
As the rain pounded down upon the church, the silhouettes, visible from the leftmost window, of the silhouettes inside become less clear. As the two struggle back and forth, it becomes apparent that the larger one would soon take over the smaller one, the woman who had been screaming.
Again, there was a flash of lightning. Again, there was a clap of thunder.
The struggle was becoming less and less a real struggle for control of the situation, and more of a poor small human fighting the acceptance of being defeated by the silhouette with the long object in its hand.
Another flash of lightning, another clap of thunder.
The large silhouette drops what is in its hand, placing one final blow on the woman, and they stop moving. Shortly thereafter, she is dragged by the black silhouette away from the left of the church and brought towards the middle. Moving out of sight every few steps, the silhouette finally stands up and looks down at the floor. Bending down and snapping back up in one fast motion, it grabs the limp body and places her on the altar, the church door partially obscuring the body.
Another flash of lightning, another clap.
Walking back to where it dropped the long object, the silhouette takes its time. As it is moving from the center, it looks around at the inside of the church. The silhouette stoops down to grab the object, and doesn’t move back up.
Another flash, another clap.
Suddenly, it appears in the center window, jumping up after crawling on the ground. It makes his way towards the body on the altar, and slaps the face. She starts, and screams yet again.
A flash, a clap.
The tall silhouette plunges the long object into the small body and pulls its ear close to the mouth, listening to the last dire breaths of the slowly struggling woman. Hearing the life escape and the death roll in, it kneels down. It lifts its right hand to its forehead, then moves it down to its chest, its left shoulder, and then its right. Snapping up, it turns around and heads straight for the door.
A flash.
The doors bursts wide open, a flash of lightning illuminates the outside. The tall silhouette has now become a dark figure, accented only by a patch of white speckled with red around the throat. He makes his way down the main steps, and then turns to the right.
He walks into the bushes and grabs a lanky man, and punches him several times. He screams, but the large figure soon renders him unable to make a sound. The man is then dragged up the steps, dropped, picked up after the doors open, and dragged, yet again, into the church.
A flash of lightning. A clap of thunder.
Disposing of the camera around the neck of the lanky man, the figure, now again a silhouette, pulls the man from outside up and puts him on the altar, pushing off the old body with the new one. He grabs the long object from the other side of the altar, again plunging it into the body. He soon is satisfied with his work and places the object on the altar. He pushes off the body, kneels down, genuflects again. He stands up, takes the knife off of the altar, walks to the first pew. He kneels and prays, but does not stand up this time.

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A flash of light, a crack of the door opening. A church bell strikes eight, a man cries out in terror.
The large priest, with red specks on his outfit from the night before, runs out into the daylight. He kneels down, drops the knife in his hand into a puddle, and begins to pray.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”