Drawn to Evil...

by Matt Triewly

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…

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