It is dark now and at the edges of the old thick and weathered warped wood of the arched door to the ancient stone built church I can see glimpses of his musty dark cape as he moves around, yet though I know that he is evil, totally evil, I am irresistibly drawn to him and his ways, and before I can stop myself, I am lifting the heavy brass knocker and letting it fall upon the plate alerting him of my arrival like the slow tolling of a bell…
