Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 194 - Dead Leaf Clover - Scary Stories and Rain

Episode Transcript
Available transcripts are automatically generated. Complete accuracy is not guaranteed.
(00:00):
Hey, welcome to Scary Stories and Rain.
I really hope you enjoyed this episode.
And don't forget you can subscribe to this podcast for
just 299 a month. You can get rid of all of the
irritating ads and be automatically entered to win a
Nintendo Switch to Mario Kart bundle.
Only 299 a month, no more ads. I have all the info you need in

(00:21):
the description to this episode.And one last thing, thank you so
much for being here. I really hope you enjoy.
It was at this moment, when haveyou come?
To relieve your burden unto the Lord.

(00:42):
Asked the elder priest from behind the blind of the
confession booth. Silence hung to answer the
offer. The elder priest, rather than
immediately persist, decided to let him take his time.
For in the last 17 1/2 years, hehad been an elder priest of
Black Rock Chapel. He had learned that they would

(01:03):
feel the compulsion of consciousto confess their unrighteous
deeds in the Lord's due time. The youth was shaking.
His hands were firmly clasped around his upper arms, leading
to his shoulders as if shivering.
The youth was hunching over, rocking back and forth in the
wooden chair within the confession booth.

(01:24):
His left eye twitched as his face remained chiseled in a
state of petrified terror. There's no need to fear my.
Son, Whispered the elder priest,hearing the distress on the
adolescent side of the booth. Christ bids forgiveness to all.
Who trespass against him? All he asks is for repentance of

(01:48):
your sins and to seek reform from him.
The creaking of the youth's wooden chair began to die down
as yet his breathing began to quiver in place of his body.
Forgiveness. The boy whimpered softly, his
voice continuing to tremble in atraumatized manner.
No, no forgiveness. Hearing the youth's remark, the

(02:14):
elder priest repeated his assurance of the Lord's mercy to
the boy. No salvation, no Savior.
I have done their bid, Father. I did their bid, and I am
debased. The elder priest, though
unnerved by the youth's pessimism, remained composed.

(02:36):
Come now, my son. God has promised salvation to
all those who walk astray. All you must do is to confess
and repent of your sins. Worry not of the judgement of
others, for the confidence of a priest is sacred.
The youth offered a dry laugh inresponse before answering.

(02:58):
I care nothing for the judgementof others, for they too are as
devoid of any hope of salvation as I.
The voice of the adolescent begin to deep into the pitch of
a man twice his age and began totake on an air of malign
satisfaction at the statement's insinuation.

(03:20):
Confused, the elder priest wanted to question the youth as
to the meaning of his statement.More than anything, however, the
elder priest was perplexed as tothe boy's purpose for attendance
of the confessional as a whole. Do you not, young man, accept
the Lord into your heart? Are you not one of his children?

(03:41):
The elder priest asked, unsure as to the state of the youth
soul. No, no, Father, I no longer
succumb to the lies of the Church, for I have seen
otherwise. The youth's voice shook again,
the tone growing even deeper andangrier in timber.

(04:03):
My eyes were opened to the truthlong ago.
They showed me the truth. They.
The elder priest questioned, curious as to exactly whom the
implication belonged to. Yes, they the true messengers of
the truth. You see Father.

(04:25):
Through them you may see the truth, their prophecy.
The elder priest became truly disturbed at hearing such
blatantly sacrilegious claims remaining.
Calm, he told the blaspheming young man that there existed no
truth outside of the Lord. The young man let out a defiant

(04:45):
and condescending laugh. Then you really are a blind old.
Fool, you would, despite the offer of being shown the truth,
choose to hold on to the lies ofthe so-called Holy Gospel.
Realizing that the youth had no intention of repentance, the
elder priest felt compelled to end the confessional.

(05:07):
A light wrapping on the outside of the booth found this silent
request granted. Just before departing, the youth
turned one more time toward the elder priest and with an
abysmally baritone voice said. You'll see the truth, Father, I
will show you their prophecy that there is no salvation.

(05:29):
Another short succession of Knoxprompted the youth to finally
take his leave from the confession booth, allowing for
the patron outside an older maiden of 45 years to enter.
Have you come to relieve your burden unto the Lord?
The elder priest asked the maiden, still feeling rattled.

(05:50):
I I have come to confess, Father, you see.
The maiden began her confession,but the elder priest's mind had
become far too entwined in the young man's morbid objection to
lend her his attention. Oh, how can I be forgiven,
Father? The maiden beckoned, arousing

(06:12):
the elder priest from his anxious pondering to find her in
tears at having concluded her confession.
Though he had not heard her sins, he decided against
attempting to ask her to repeat herself.
Instead, he merely assured her that she was forgiven in the
eyes of the Lord and requested no less than 5 Hail Marys before

(06:32):
the day's end. Upon concluding the maidens
confessional, the elder priest retired to his bed chamber to
attempt to letting peaceful restcleanse away anxiety.
Slumber would be an uphill conflict for him that night.
However, no matter his efforts, the elder priest's mind continue
to be ravaged by the youth's words.

(06:55):
You will see the truth. There is no salvation.
When the sun rose the next morning, the elder priest found
himself feeling weak. His head throbbed horribly and
he fell trifle knots in his stomach.
The elder priest winced in pain as he attempted to open his
eyes, massaging his temples in afeeble attempt to ease a

(07:18):
migraine's hold on him. Father Caraway.
The elder priest broke from his stupor at the calling of his
name. Father Caraway, is everything
all right? Asked another of the chapel's
elders, A balding man with only stubble for facial hair who
stood a good two feet shorter than Father Caraway despite

(07:39):
being five years his elder. Yes.
Distantly answered the bedriddenelder priest, as if his response
was voiced before his mind couldcomprehend his own train of
thought. Regaining his proper composure
despite the persistence of his current ailments offered the
most welcoming smile on his facehe could manage before

(08:02):
elaborating. Father Edwards, I didn't hear
you come in. Yes, everything is fine, I just
appear to be feeling a tad I'll this morning.
I trust it's nothing serious. Father Caraway attempted to
offer a chuckle of ease to the fellow priest that devolved into

(08:23):
a painful cough, prompting him to use the sleeve of his bedrobe
to cover his mouth for a moment.His eyes widened in shock at the
sight of a small black stain on the sleeve of his Snow White
bedrobe. Father.
Asked Father Edwards, not in themomentary state of anxious

(08:43):
apprehension on the face of his peer.
Yes, replied Father Caraway, seeing the skepticism on his
visitor's face. I told you it's nothing serious.
A minor ailment that I'm sure will pass by.
Morning. Now, what brings you to my bed
chamber? Father?

(09:04):
Myself and others heard you. Last night you kept screaming.
No salvation and we heard soundsof thrashing from down the
chamber halls. Replied Father Edwards, his
voice composed of concern for the well-being of his fellow
priest. No salvation.
The word slowly began to flood his mind once more, causing a

(09:28):
sharp chill to crawl down his spine.
Ignorant of the fellow elder priest's claim, Father Caraway
reassured his visitor that he was perfectly sound.
His thoughts, however, began struggling once again to void
themselves of the memories of the previous night's haunting
confessional. Skeptical, but overall satisfied

(09:50):
as to the elder priest's condition, Father Edwards bade
his farewell and exited the chamber bed.
Father Caraway laid in his bed all through the morning and into
the afternoon, the aches and pains becoming worse.
A shrill scream finally roused the ailing Father Caraway from

(10:11):
his bed. Though physically I'll as well.
The elder priest found himself able to bound out of his bed and
Sprint up the spiral stone stairs to the bell tower of the
Black Rock Chapel with the speedand agility of a man much
younger than he. When he reached the top of the
stone stairs, he found a young maiden, one of the chapel's

(10:32):
fledgling nuns, who had not yet sworn her oath of purity.
What is it, dear sister? Father Caraway gently but firmly
grasped the young maiden's shoulders.
She, she, she. She stammered, utterly unable to
voice a coherent reply. Oh child, what happened?

(10:55):
But the young nun to be could only shake her head and continue
wailing in response. Unable to voice a coherent
response from the young sister, Father Caraway resolved to open
the door behind her and enter the bell tower of the Chapel and
investigate the malignants himself.
No, no, you mustn't go in there.The young sister shrieked,

(11:18):
causing the elder priest's heartto skip a beat in his chest.
Unclean, unclean. She said as she again buried her
face into her palms. Calm down sister, I will see
what is going on. I want you to stay here.
The young sister just sat quivering, burying her petrified

(11:41):
face into her palms. Father Caraway's hands trembled
as he grasped the knob. Unclean, he wondered as he
willed himself to open the door.The foul odor of death assaulted
his senses immediately upon the doors opening.
The elder priest turned his faceinto the crook of his arm and

(12:02):
begin to cough, gagged by the offensive scent.
With an alarming dread mounting within him as to what lies
inside the bell tower, Father Caraway instructed the budding
nun to summon help. She bowed her head to him and
immediately sprinted down the stone stairs to the monastery to
alert the other elders of Black Rock Chapel.

(12:24):
The inside of the bell tower wasdark, only illuminated by a
single torch mounted to each of the four stone brick walls
respectively. Paltry though the light was, the
faint glow of the torches still revealed the unholy display
within its claustrophobic confines.
Adjusting his eyesight to the faint glow of the inside of the

(12:46):
bell tower, he saw the corpse ofone of the maidens of the
village, an Irish maiden of 45, whom the father recognized as
the tender of the nearby Tavern,who had attended many
confessions for her sins of lust.
She was stripped bare and hanging from the towers rafters
by her neck, using the long thick hemp used to sound the

(13:09):
sermon bell. On her breasts were carved a
single word in her native tongue, Frauchen.
The elder priest wretched in disgust, in horror at the
abysmal display before him. With haste he escaped the
confines of the bell tower and slammed the door behind himself.

(13:30):
Our father. Father Caraway began with a
shuddering breath, crossing himself as he spoke.
Hallowed be thy name, our Kingdom come.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, Father Caraway.
The sound of his name broke him of his petrified stupor.

(13:52):
Father Caraway? Father Caraway, are you all
right? It was Father Edwards or a drawn
out moment. Father Caraway had no words for
his fellow priest, merely offering his current mortified
stare as a response. Father Caraway, what in God's
name happened? The urgency in Father Edward's

(14:14):
voice was accentuated. She she confessed to.
Me. Tears began to streak Father
Caraway's face as he pointed to the door that led into the peak
of the bell tower. Determined to spy the source of
the hysteria, Father Edwards moved past the scarred Father
Caraway and opened the door. Christ above Sister Meredith,

(14:40):
alert the authorities at once. The fledgling nun stood frozen
with her jaw agape. Do as I say, sister, Make haste.
Barked Father Edwards. This snapped young Sister
Meredith from her terrified trance and she ran down the
stone steps, bolting through thechamber halls and exiting
through the sanctuary. We must alert the Archbishop

(15:03):
Marcus of this atrocity. Father Caraway beckoned.
Father Edwards disagreed with the conclusion, thinking it's
wiser to handle the situation themselves.
Are you a madman? This is an attack against the
Church. Father Caraway's heart pounded
in his chest with startling intensity, prompting him to

(15:24):
clutch the left of his chest to try slowing the quakes of his
heart. Easy now, Father.
There's no need to make a largerproblem of this than what is
absolutely necessary to explain.Father Caraway, confused and
shocked that his fellow priest'shesitation at consulting the
head of the Black Rock Chapel, decided to further press for an

(15:45):
explanation. Please trust me, old friend, if
we are to become bishops ourselves, we must prove that we
can handle situations like this ourselves.
There's no use in disturbing Archbishop Marcus when in all
likelihood this is nothing more than the act of a disturbed
minded individual who found convenience in the concealment

(16:08):
of her body in the peak of the chapel's bell tower.
A simple crime of passion, Grotesque, but simple
nonetheless. Father Caraway nearly saw red.
How can you say such things withsuch LAX conviction?
You a priest A. Servant of Christ, you expect me

(16:29):
to just sit here while a credible threat to God's Kingdom
is swept idly under the rug? Before his dispute could
escalate any further, the elder priest felt something move
across his feet. Perplexion overtaking his former
frustration, he looked down to see a mass of inky black
serpents surrounding his feet. Terror flooded through his

(16:50):
entire body as he saw the serpents converge on him from
all directions. Father Caraway, are you all
right? Asked Father Edwards.
The elder priest only offered a weak gasp of horror in response
as he saw the multitude of serpents spawning from the
doorway leading into the bell tower peak.

(17:11):
Father Caraway, What is it? Serpents.
Father Caraway stuttered, unableto fully comprehend the events
unfolding before him. Serpents.
Father Edwards questioned, eyeing the mortified priest with
confusion. Can you not see them?

(17:31):
They're everywhere. He stopped abruptly when he felt
one of the serpents sink its fangs into his legs.
No sooner than his eyes could widen in shock that the serpent
supernaturally potent venom began to cripple the elder
priest's senses, the hallway within Black Rock Chapel's peak
began to spin, dizzying the Father.

(17:55):
Father Caraway clutched his forehead with his left hand, as
if doing so might in some fashion stabilize the dizziness.
His right hand desperately grasped the crucifix pendants
that hung from his neck. His eyelids began to feel heavy
as Vertigo began to transform into exhaustion.
However, just before darkness would overtake him, Father

(18:18):
Caraway could see all too clearly despite the venom's
assault on his senses. Father Edwards extended his hand
as the Black serpents then beganto slither to him, appearing to
answer some malign summonses. The elder priest stumbled back
in chilled fright as he witnessed them slither and

(18:38):
seemingly begin to fuse into Father Edward's body, as if the
supposed fellow priest himself were composed of the demoniac
serpents. The wriggling mass then appeared
to revert back into the form of the priest as Father Caraway's
legs begin to lose the strength necessary for proper balance.
His heart quaked in his fragile chest as with the meager

(19:01):
composure he could manage in hisdamning plight, He staggered
backward whilst the knuckles began to whiten on the hand that
grasped the crucifix pendant. Our Father, thou arted heaven,
hallowed be thy name. His labored breath words were
abruptly silenced as his feet had misstepped, sending him

(19:25):
crashing down the stone steps. Unconsciousness finally met the
elder priest when his head struck the wall midway down the
spiral. The Black Rock Chapel Horror
Part 2 Father Caraway wandered about.

(19:45):
In the ever extended void of thesubconscious, unable to feel or
perceive anything anymore, he wondered if he had indeed
perished through either the means of the serpent's venom or
the trauma of the crash down thespiraling stone stairs.
Am I dead? Father Caraway pondered as he

(20:05):
continued to survey. The void is.
This the entry to the Kingdom ofHeaven.
Nay, a monotone voice called to him, answering the Father's
internal query. Caught by surprise, he spun
around to face the speaker. To his horror, the priest stood
face to face with the ginger haired Irish barmaiden whom he

(20:28):
had seen hanging by the neck in the bell tower.
She stood before him in the darksubconscious plane, completely
bare, her Milky white skin and grassy green hued irises
projecting the visage of life. The entrance to heaven is closed
to us, as it always was. Father Caraway closed his eyes,

(20:52):
trying vainly to assure himself that this wasn't real.
This is real, Father God's forgiveness.
Father Caraway struggled to attempt rebuttal to this
Specter's abrasive claim, as utter dread clouded his
abilities of reason. God Forgives all who repent.

(21:15):
The phantom let out a scoffing laugh that echoed throughout the
void. The Father felt compelled to
cover his ears as the chuckling devolved into what he could only
perceive as a cacophony of tortured whales that appeared to
emanate from all directions in the encroaching purgatory.
If that were true, Father, why not repent yourself for your

(21:37):
continued heresies? The elder priest found himself
confused at the ghosts insinuation amidst his immediate
sense of shock and dread in the ghoulish ethereal plane he found
himself within. What are you talking about?
What falsehood have I spoken? As soon as the defiant query

(21:57):
left Father Caraway's lips, his blood chilled AS2 serpents begin
to take form in the dark void. His jaw went helplessly slack as
the serpents, one whose scales were as dark as the nightmare
plane at birth, from the other, whose scales were the hue of
burning embers reminiscent of the depths of Tartarus,

(22:18):
slithered their way to the maiden's feet.
As the malign creatures coiled themselves to her legs, the
Phantom spoke again, her vocals taking on a tormented, ethereal
echo. If God's forgiveness is divine,
how are we so many that are condemned?
Before any rebuttal could be offered, Father Caraway's tongue

(22:41):
froze and his lips trembled as the depraved Vipers journeyed
their way up and around the maiden's nude form.
His eyes widened at the unholy display and acted before him in
petrified disbelief as he began to witness the serpents start to
violate her. The Phantom Maiden begin to moan
with unrighteous pleasure as thedark scaled serpent inserted

(23:05):
itself head first in between herlegs, the Crimson serpent
coiling around her torso and seeming to fondle her.
The moans of sinful pleasure began to devolve into screams of
damning agony, as if emanating from the throats of many as the
apparition appeared to hear her climactic release.

(23:26):
Revolted as the elder priest wasat the abhorrent nightmare, he
felt as though the clutches of some manner of malign wood
forest him to witness the eventsto their completion.
Come now, Father, why deprive yourself?
I see the way you've been watching.
You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you?

(23:47):
Father Caraway, now bearing the strength of will over his body,
clamped his eyelids tight and clutched his ears as the wrath
like voice echoed through his head.
When he opened his eyes, now full with tears induced by the
abysmal madness, he saw that thePhantom Maidens appearance had
decayed into the same necrotic image he had seen in the Bell

(24:08):
chamber at the peak of the BlackRock Chapel, complete with the
word frouchen carved into her bosom.
God give me strength. Father Caraway cried aloud,
Utili attempting to free himselffrom the dread that crippled
him. The ghost let out a devious

(24:29):
cackle that echoed throughout the black void, before, in the
same voice she formerly bore in life, she lashed out.
Listen to you still thinking Christ cares for you, poor
little lamb, for you truly have lost your way.
Another ghastly wail of pleasurerang from the phantom maiden's

(24:51):
lips as rivulets of dark, warm blood ran down from her
complexionless legs before crying out in the echoing and
apparitional voice of agony. There is no relief in heaven, no
damnation in hell, no forgiveness, no damnation.
The burning red serpent begin towork its way from her mouth as

(25:14):
the abominations vocals became entirely inhuman all together.
His blood now frozen in mortal terror at his seemingly
inescapable fate at the hands ofthe malign entity before him.
Father Caraway lifted A trembling hand to clutch the
crucifix around his neck as he again attempted to choke out the
Lord's Prayer. The elder priest was cut off

(25:37):
before he could even finish the utterance of Hallowed Be Thy
Name when legions of painful screams and perpetual sorrow
reached a deafening pitch that echoed from around him as well
as within him. Forcing his eyes closed from
strain and his hands to reflexively cover his ears
through his fright induced tears, the elder priest opened

(26:00):
his eyes to witness the torso ofthe unholy phantom begin
wriggling as the bulges of the other human faces begin to form
themselves into her pale decayedflesh.
When the writhing massive face took form within the phantom
maiden's body, they cried out inunison and Wales so deafening,
Father Caraway was forced to hisknees, eyes clamped tight and

(26:24):
his palms covering his ears. No salvation.
The tortured, ethereal voices screamed out as one.
Only condemnation awaits us all for.
All are debased. The words echoed through the
elder priest shattered mind. No salvation.

(26:46):
He tried to hideaway the thoughtas to attempt to keep his psyche
from complete collapse. With great strain, Father
Caraway opened his eyes to a small squint, merely enough to
perceive from a rudimentary level the mortifying sight of a
multitude of serpents advancing upon him from all directions,

(27:06):
just as they had in the bell chamber in the chapel's peak.
Stripped of any will to mentallyor physically resist, Father
Caraway watched helplessly as long, writhing black and red
serpents exited the mouths of the tormented, screaming faces
that were conjoined to the abomination's body.
Though I walk through the valleyin the shadow of death, thy rod

(27:29):
and thy staff. He faintly whispered as he
finally resigned himself to whatever damning faith that
awaited him at the whims of the abhorrent phantom.
Just before the darkness could overtake him, however, the elder
priest found himself lying in cold sweat within his bed
chamber. His eyes were stitched wide
open. The first image he perceived was

(27:51):
that of a young maiden still in a state of perpetual shock.
Father Caraway stared at the maiden before him, attempting to
distinguish the presents before him now from that of the Wraith
that menaced him in his slumber.When his eyes studied the olive
complexion of her skin coupled with the long brunette hair

(28:12):
beneath her headrobe, he realized that the maiden
standing before him now was noneother than the young sister
Meredith, as his vision slowly strained itself into clear
composition. He could see the young
fledgling's eyes glistening withtears and her face was red.

(28:33):
Oh Father, thank God you're awake.
I thought you were lost forever.Exclaimed Sister Meredith
through tear filled relief. In an exhausted voice, Father
Caraway questioned the young fledgling nun as to where he.
Was and what had happened for inthe current moment?
He could not immediately recollect any of the previous

(28:55):
phenomena outside of the demented nightmare he had only
narrowly escaped from. It was awful.
After I came back with the authorities for the woman we
found in the bell tower. She took in a shuddering breath
before continuing, her voice cracking again with frightful
tears. We found you sprawled

(29:15):
unconscious on the stairs. You kept muttering the Lord's
Prayer and something about serpents and poison.
I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find Father Edwards.
The body was missing too. Me and a few of the other
sisters moved you into your bed.You were out for most of the
night and into this morning. I only awoke you when you began

(29:38):
thrashing. About A tumultuous wave of dread
washed over the elder priest's face as all at once the horrors
of the previous afternoon came crashing back into his memory
like a devastating avalanche. Oh, Father, I'm afraid pride.
The young sister, Meredith. Something unholy is happening in

(30:01):
the Chapel. What are we going to do?
Father Caraway winced and drew adeep breath, once again grasping
the right of his forehead and attempting to both ease the
throbbing pulses inside as well as regain some semblance of
composure to his abilities of reason.
His head was drowning in a blackWhirlpool of insanity and cold,

(30:23):
crippling, unforgiving dread. What am I going to do?
The bitter question crossed Father Caraway's mind, followed
by another, far more disheartening query.
What could I do? Father Caraway began hopelessly
attempting to connect to the ghoulish events, to possibly
identify the source of the abominable phenomena, and with

(30:47):
the aid of the divine combat, itArchbishop Marcus.
Father Caraway whispered, unconsciously vocalizing his
thoughts as his mind traveled back to the encounter in the
chapel's peak. What was that?
Father asked the fledgling nun, unsure yet hopeful that his

(31:08):
response to her might be the foundation of a plan to either
drive away or flee the evil thatpresently menaced them.
Awakened from his thought induced trance by Sister
Meredith's voice, Father Carawaybegan to rouse himself from his
bed. Listen, child.
He gestured to the young sister in an exhausted voice that for

(31:29):
the nature of a man far older than he.
Fetch my priest's scarf and my overcoat.
Where are you going? Father?
Pressed the young fledgling nun,unsure of the elder priest's
intentions. There may be one that could
provide us with aid, or he is dealt with many evil in his day.

(31:49):
He'll know what to do now. Do as I say, child, make haste.
The young fledgling Sister Meredith was slightly puzzled,
but simply offered a small bow of her head before making her
way to the wardrobe. Father Caraway struggled as he
slowly moved, his aching body still weak from the serpent's
potent venom. When his legs finally found the

(32:12):
strength to stand, he slowly trudged over to the vanity
mirror that hung to the right ofthe entrance of the bedchamber.
It was an average size mirror that was joined on either side
by vanilla scented candles that would provide small tastes of
added luminescence to the entirety of the bedchamber.
Above the vanity mirror hung a shining silver crucifix bearing

(32:35):
a molded image of Christ's executed body fixed upon it.
Gazing at his image in the aged mirror, Father Caraway felt a
sense of nausea creep upon him. Where in reality he had lived
only 45 years, the face that returned his gaze from the
mirror had the appearance of onewho had lived closer to 30 years

(32:56):
longer. The reflection in the mirror
bore thin silver strands of hair, unlike the thick, vibrant
brunette hair he bore outside ofthe mirror.
The skin on the doppelganger space also appeared haunted and
concave, as though the flesh it bore was too excessive for its
bones. The wearied elder priest became

(33:17):
unnerved at the sight, tugging at the skin on his face to
reassure himself through a tactile perception that the
image in the mirror was indeed some manner of visual
hallucination. It was then that the reflection
began to shift within the mirrors confines.
The face posed itself as the elder priest began to offer a
more sinister grin while the rest of the room surrounding the

(33:39):
being begin to take on a scarletred filter.
For a moment, his blood chilled at the sight of his reflection
acting outside of his own will. Placing his palms over his eyes,
he softly whispered to himself. No, it's not real.

(33:59):
God be with me, old fool. Father Caraway looked once again
at the doppelganger from his palms and saw the sinister
reflection of himself begin to decay, the loose skin hanging on
to his skull now falling away toexpose the skeleton underneath.
God cannot save us, lashed the vision in the mirror.

(34:24):
His jaw fell as he watched the image in the mirror slowly
continue to devolve into a more grotesque appearance, more of
the false reflections. Flesh slowly decayed and peeled
away as if it were mere paper toreveal the skull, bearing jagged
teeth that could RIP and crush flesh and bone alike with ease

(34:44):
without worry of dulling. The sockets of the demon were
dark and cavernous voids that swallowed all semblance of
light, save only for a tiny Crimson speck in the middle of
either socket respectively that appeared to serve as its
retinas. Let me ask you something,
Father. Chided the beast in the mirror,

(35:06):
voicing the elder priest's titlein a tone of mocking reverence.
Father Caraway covered his ears to attempt to resist the
abominations lying tongue. Why did your so-called loving
Father in heaven execute his ownson?
Father Caraway screamed in his head at the abhorrent creature
to silence its blasphemies to noavail.

(35:31):
Christ himself was no more than a holy bastard.
The words crashed his boulders in an avalanche in Father
Caraway's head, motivating him to press his palms tighter to
his ears and tightly closing hiseyes.
His execution achieved nothing more than penance for his birth.
As such, the last exclamation rang out in his mind with such

(35:55):
ferocity that he could feel his knees attempting to buckle
beneath him as he were being weighed down by an unseen force.
You know it's true, Father. Just look at me.
I am humankind in its purest state.
We are the condemned. Humankind itself, Father, are

(36:18):
the very beasts that were sentenced to damnation.
Salvation is only the lie you spread.
Nearing his wit's end, Father Caraway slammed his fists upon
the surface of the vanity and shouted defiantly at the
apparition. Enough.
The mounted crucifix, shaken from the tremor, fell from its

(36:40):
place above the mirror and landed onto the vanity surface
in front of them. Hearing the faint clatter of the
crucifix's descent, the elder priest found himself awakened
from another trance. He saw that instead of the
detestable specter that occupiedits confines only moments
before, his reflection revealed the middle-aged man that existed

(37:01):
in reality. Father Caraway again closed his
eyes and began drawing in deep breaths to relax once again.
Upon opening his eyes, he decided to refix the fallen
symbol back to its original, perchance above the vanity
mirror. As he held it, however, a
searing pain shot through the palm of his hand that caused him

(37:23):
to drop it again, letting out a cry of pain.
Tightly gripping his right hand with his left reflex, he gazed
once again down at the image of Christ's sacrifice as it began
to glow a hot, burning orange. The oppressive door of brimstone
permeated the air within the bedchamber as the elder priest

(37:44):
saw and revitalized terror, small streams of blood begin to
ooze from the wrists, feet, and head of the mold of Christ.
Are you all right, Father? Father Caraway spun around and
was met with a slightly relieving sight of the young
fledgling nun, priest garb and overcoat in hand.

(38:05):
I heard shouting. Did something happen?
No, child. Replied the priest, unsure how
to explain the unholy phenomena that occurred in her absence.
Everything is fine, but there's no more time to lose.
Come now, you will accompany me to the Archbishop's home.

(38:26):
He may be the only one who couldhelp us.
The Black Rock Chapel Horror Part 3 With haste, the pair
quietly exited the sanctuary andwalked through the town that saw
its citizens begin making their way to Black Rock Chapel.

(38:47):
Wednesday Mass. Father Caraway muttered,
silently chastising himself for the lapse in memory.
What is it? Father?
Queried the young nun, citing the expression of anxiety on the
elder priest's face. Father Caraway, still bearing a
worried face, shook his head andblankly reassured her that all

(39:09):
that was important was that theysought the Archbishop as swiftly
as possible. Within the span of another 5
minutes of walking, they arrivedupon a small cottage built from
stone and mortar. Fixed upon the front of the
wooden door was a silver crucifix that hung by a string
of rosary beads dangling from anoutwardly protruding nail.

(39:30):
Above the decoration were inscribed 3 words in Latin in
nominee. Patras in bright red.
Is this the archbishop's home? Asked Sister Meredith.
Indeed, replied Father Caraway, he spotted an air of curious
skepticism mold itself on the young fledgling nuns face.

(39:53):
Archbishop Marcus always preferred modesty, Father
Caraway told her, as he had already anticipated her
question. As he reached to ring the worn
down yet functional bell that was fashioned to the right of
the door, the priest briefly recollected a few of his
memories of his years under Archbishop Marcus's
apprenticeship. He gave the small, frail string

(40:16):
that hung the bell two light tugs, hearing the six high
pitched rings of its frail Clapper impacting against its
interior. In the mere span of a minute
after the bell rang its last, the wooden door began to jolt
ajar. Who seeks my home?
A voice called out from the inside of the cottage.

(40:37):
The voice was that of a man far older than Father Caraway.
We are seeking counsel and aid against a grave and unknown evil
that has plagued God's Kingdom of Black Rock Chapel.
Father Caraway couldn't help butemphasize the urgency of his
request for an audience. The entrance of the cottage was
revealed as the wooden door was opened fully.

(41:00):
Standing in the doorway was an elderly man clad in a soft.
Velvet robe with a white cross stitched to the left.
Despite his aged appearance, theman stood a solid 6 feet in
height, even dwarfing Father Caraway's mere 5 feet 6 inches.
The man's head bore a clean shave, bearing only an albino

(41:21):
mustache and beard that reached down to his collarbone.
For a solid moment that felt toostretched, the man in the
doorway examined to them, evaluating the sincerity in the
spoken urgency. Well, then you'd best.
Come inside, said the man in thedoorway, finally breaking the
ever straining silence and gesturing for them to enter.

(41:44):
The pair entered and the older gentleman promptly closed the
door behind them. Inside the cottage, the young
sister Meredith felt a sense of warm comfort.
The walls held different varieties of oils and.
Mirror. Large, thick leather bound
volumes were neatly lined atop ashelf perched above the
fireplace that housed A ferocious blaze within.

(42:07):
Father Caraway became once againlost in his memories of the
past. So tell me, what is this vile
menace you beseech my aid for? The question broke the priest
from his memories. Wasting not an instant, Father
Caraway began regaling the Archbishop of the hauntings of

(42:28):
the prior days. As he continued his dreadful
account of the horrors that occurred in Black Rock Chapel,
the priest saw the face of the Archbishop become grim, somber,
as if he bore some grave piece of the macabre enigma.
The other didn't. When Father Caraway was finished
describing their peril, a long and unsettling silence hung in

(42:51):
the. Air of the cottage.
The ground upon which Black RockChapel stands wasn't always
holy. Archbishop Marcus's voice evoked
the same forbidding feeling of sorrow and regret that remained
reflected on his aged face. The priest himself was hesitant
to press the Archbishop for a further explanation, as if the

(43:13):
hidden revelation could scar himfurther than what his psyche
could recover. You've made mention of one
Father Edwards. The priest bearing disturbance?
Yes. Father Caraway nodded in
response and offered a yes, Excellency, nervously stumbling

(43:34):
over his own words. I might have known this day
would come again. As you no doubt have realized,
this Father Edwards is no priest, nor is he a man, at
least not any longer. As Fear's chilling grasp began

(43:54):
to slowly take a hold of him once more, the burning question
that had been suppressed by hesitation before now embedded
itself into the forefront of Father Caraway's mind and
erupted from his lips. What do you mean?
Your Excellency, His heart hanging in a heavy pendulum of
sorrowful regret and worry. Archbishop Marcus began to

(44:16):
enlighten the pair of the unfortunate tragedy that molded
the infancy era of Black Rock Chapel.
Before the land that the chapel's foundation rests upon
was first consecrated as hallowed soil, it had served as
a sanctuary for a coven of gypsyfolk.
When I first came upon the land,I was as you were when I tutored

(44:40):
you. I was a pupil under the
protection of my predecessor. Archbishop Duncan, It was my
first journey abroad for the spread of the Gospel.
For a brief moment, Father Caraway's mind, with quick
accuracy, recollected small fragments of his own initial
journey abroad before he was commissioned to the status of

(45:02):
priest. His recollection of prior ages
halted when the archbishop's voice began again.
When we arrived, it was a mere darkened patch of earth that
appeared to bear sparse, if any,vegetation.
In its center, a massive dark stone boulder sat in perchance.

(45:24):
I remember that engraved on its outward most surface was the
image of some manner of Talismanwith two words in the dialect of
the Gypsies, Terra Condemnitalore.
The archbishop's face darkened, the aged features of his face
beginning to pronounce themselves by shadow.

(45:44):
Only long after the grave eventsthat occurred there did I ever
learn what those two words meant.
For in our tongue these words translate as land of the
condemned. The dread incubating within
Father Caraway tightened its firm grasp on his mind.

(46:06):
We wished at first to establish commerce with them.
We thought that through fellowship we may convert some
of them to the Lord's Gospel. Archbishop Marcus.
'S eyes fell to the ground in a frightened, stoic gaze as a
chilled shudder escaped him. We were wrong.

(46:27):
His voice was devoid of any emotion save for petrified
trauma, stare still fixed to theground beneath.
The Archbishop continued in a gravely voice. 2 years passed in
harmony until strange occurrences began.
Morbid curiosity overcame FatherCaraway and he asked Archbishop

(46:51):
Marcus as to the implications ofthe occurrences he referred to.
At first, we simply brushed themoff as a minute phenomena,
events that we wouldn't try to bear real significance to as
they occurred few and far between.
With the progression of time, however, the phenomenon became

(47:12):
more recurrent and amplified in its malignancy.
The other priests in our congregation awoke every night
in terror and foretelling of unrighteous envisionings
plaguing their sleep. Storms began to grow fierce and
unwavering, night and day. It was 1 dusk, however, when our

(47:35):
paranoia reached an apex and ourgoal of peaceful fellowship was
abandoned. The.
Cracks of the flames dancing upon the oak kindling inside the
fireplace arrested the mournful stare of the Archbishop.
Voices. It began with the voices that
came to me, whispering all manner of unrighteous

(47:58):
blasphemies to me. Night upon night, the ghastly
voices beckons to me, tempting me to partake of the ungodly
acts they would describe to me. Though the grace and strength of
the Lord willed me to resist them, I began to grow worried,
and I recounted my experiences to another apprentice under the

(48:20):
former archbishop's study. The Archbishop met gays once
again with the priest. The man you named as.
Father Edwards, Father Caraway stared in confusion at what he
was told. Just before he could question to
himself the plausibility of whatArchbishop Marcus's implication

(48:41):
was, a morbid realization sent aThunderbolt that shook his mind
to its innermost foundation. Not a man.
Not any longer. The words pierced him like a
finely sharpened dagger as he began to slowly piece together
the connection between the malign hauntings that menaced
him in the previous days within the chapel's walls and those

(49:05):
recounted from the archbishop's macabre anecdote.
Noting the clarity and molding itself to the priest's face,
Archbishop Marcus continued. He suspected immediately that
the machinations of the gypsies were at fault.
He was certain that their foreign customs had in some form

(49:25):
wrought evil forces against us. Overtime paranoia became disdain
and mistrust, until one grave twilight the night that blind
fear drove us to violence. I'll never forget their faces as
we came upon them, wielding the instruments that raised their

(49:47):
livelihood to ash. Their homes, their shops,
everything was set ablaze by thehands of our convent.
The archbishop's mouth split into a morbid, dead smile,
wholly devoid of any authentic joy.
Edwards told me. What we were doing was an

(50:09):
exorcism of the land. That our actions were in
righteous merit of the Lord's service.
A small tear escaped his lifeless eyes and ran down his
cheeks. Father Caraway's blood began
losing its. Warmth as he was witnessing the
collapse of his former mentor, Psyche.

(50:29):
They fled the land that night, but not before letting slip an
omen. May you all be spared of Dagasi.
As if the mention of the word carried a supernatural force of
its own, the fireplace exploded outward, the flames danced upon
the oak, and kindling shifted erratically.

(50:51):
If I could have known of the unholy evils we wrought upon
ourselves. Archbishop Marcus's lips
quivered as he continued. We thought that by riding the
land of the gypsy heretics from the soil that the evil would
flee with them. What we were too blinded by

(51:11):
arrogance to see at the time wasthat the ones we were swift to
drive away were the same whose practices acted not as a weapon
against us, but to spare us fromsomething far worse.
De Gassy father? Caraway asked, more from his
instincts than genuine curiosity.

(51:33):
A sullen nod of the archbishop'shead, coupled with his chiseled
expression of recriminatory despair, served to reply to the
question. Like with what was inscribed
upon the stone, I learned only long after what Tegasi was.
What is it, Excellency? Is it the name of a demon?

(51:56):
Father Caraway asked, attemptingto recollect the multitude of
malign spirits dwelling from theLake of Fire that were
catalogued in the Dictionary Infernal, a volume he was
required to devote hours of study to in his apprenticeship
under Archbishop Marcus, to findone by the name of Degasi.

(52:18):
Archbishop Marcus arose from hisseated position and went to his
bookshelf and pulled out a volume dressed in dirt and dust.
Adorned by cobwebs. Bother you misunderstood.
The gassy is no demon. Blowing away the concealment
provided by the dust on the cover, the volumes cover was

(52:39):
revealed to be faded yet polished brown hue, leather
bound and bearing No title on the front.
The Archbishop fixed himself with his reading lenses and open
to the worn volume halfway and began turning further pages
until he found the specific pagebearing the heading of Blestemol
Lou de Gassi. Father Caraway gazed intently at

(53:02):
the fading page before him, unsure exactly of what to make
of the foreign room scribbled upon the page.
Archbishop Marcus placed his index finger upon the passage in
question, directing Father Caraway's gaze.
When they fled the coven of Gypsies left behind this book.

(53:22):
Archbishop Marcus read the passage that detailed the
Blastimel Lou de Ghassi, the curse of the debased in their
tongue. Father Caraway's blood chilled,
draining his pale skin as he listens to the Archbishop tell
of De Ghassi being the physical manifestation of mankind's
condemnation itself. The memories of the chapel's

(53:46):
phenomena abrasively invaded hismind once again, pronouncing
emphatically the gratuitous blasphemies the wraiths
assaulted him with. The Archbishop further explained
that those that fall victim to De Gassy do so when they call
out to them, seducing them to either embrace whatever sins
they had committed that drew theattention of them or by

(54:09):
stripping them of all hope of salvation until their demise
wherein they are to join the ranks of the condemned.
As Archbishop Marcus continued reading, the elder priest
glanced at the page when he felthis skin begin to crawl at the
site of the illustration on the pages bottom right corner.

(54:29):
The illustration depicted the scene of a man that was brought
to his knees and clutching his forehead as long black serpents
appeared to swarm over his body.The face of the man was craned
back to face the sky above and it was twisted into an
expression of perpetual agony. The detail of the image that
disturbed Father Caraway, however, was a large, dark

(54:53):
monolithic stone stood erect andprotruding from the Blackstone
that looked like a cyclonic whirlwind formed from many faces
that appeared conjoined, all of them twisted in the same
expression of abject horror and sorrow.
Spotting this, Father Caraway felt a drag of nausea grasp

(55:13):
firmly to him as the recollection of his nightmare
forced itself abrasively into the forefront of his thoughts.
How has it been taking the form of Father Edwards?
Father Caraway asked, using the question to avoid the malignant
event from his mind. The Archbishop fell silent once
again, his aged face giving awayto its earlier state of mournful

(55:36):
despair as written. In the book.
Here, Archbishop Marcus began ashe placed his index finger upon
the excerpting passage that he meant to reference his vocals,
low and forlorn. Dagassi can assume the avatar of
any that are of them to walk theearth above.

(55:58):
The chilling words returned to Father Caraway, Not a man, not
any longer. Utter despair consuming him,
Father Caraway gave in to the compulsion to question
Archbishop Marcus of how Father Edwards, a servant of the Lord,
could have been met with such a fate.

(56:20):
We were all lost to righteous arrogance, replied Archbishop
Marcus. But Excellency the priest cried
out, interrupting the archbishop's reply.
How could that alone condemn a servant of Christ?
His pride affected their attention to him, but it was

(56:41):
what he did next that allowed them to consume him.
Tears began to run freely down Archbishop Marcus's cheeks.
With a heavy, shuddering breath,the sombre Archbishop
recollected the event that wrought damnation upon the
arrogant priest that Father Caraway once thought of as a

(57:02):
brother in faith. The night of the raid I found
him wielding one of the gypsies own blades against one of the
maidens of the coven. She begged for her life in her
people's tongue, but his murderous judgement was unbound.
I called to him, told him to hold his hand.

(57:25):
The Archbishop froze. His stare became distant as a
frightened recollection of the gypsy maiden screams and the
sickening squelch of flesh beingpenetrated molded vividly in his
mind. A deadly silence hung within the
cottage, contested only by the cracks of the kindling beneath
the flames that only ever lightly increased in volume.

(57:48):
Father Caraway felt himself in astate of fruitless denial at
what he was just told, that a fellow servant of the Cross was
a murderer and had committed himself to the whims of an
unspeakable evil that even now wears his face.
It was then that a horrific realization revealed itself to
him that almost caused him to faint.

(58:12):
Who else but Father Edwards could have called the Mass for
sermon tonight? Can it be stopped?
Sister Meredith asked with a shaking tone of panic seeping
into her voice. The young fledgling nun's voice
caused the two men to glance at her with mild surprise as until
that instant her silence had caused them to forget her

(58:32):
presence entirely. Before a reply could be offered,
a massive shrill screams in the distance arrested their
attention. The three listened to the sound
of many clamoring, stampeding footsteps accompanied by a
collective cacophony of frightened screams.
Father Caraway opens the front door of the cottage to reveal

(58:54):
that the source of the sounds were of the townsfolk who had
gathered for mass before now fleeing Black Rock Chapel for
their very lives. The full magnitude of the
mortifying display caused the priest to fall to his knees in a
trance of terror induced shock. Father Caraway.
Father Caraway? Exclaimed Sister Meredith as she

(59:16):
rushed to him with urgency. Archbishop Marcus exited the
cottage into the midst of the chaos.
What's going on? The Archbishop demanded to a
fleeing youth. Farmhand monster in the
sanctuary. Cried the farmhand before
pushing past the Archbishop. Once his stance was regained,

(59:38):
Father Caraway waded through thecrowd, a fleeing congregation,
until he found Archbishop Marcusonce again.
It's Dagasi. It must be.
Tonight was Wednesday Mass. It was a trap.
The priest exclaimed with staggering breath.
With a cold, icy and stoic glarecarved into his aged face, he

(01:00:00):
turned to Father Caraway and said.
We must destroy the evil of Black Rock.
How? Father Caraway asked,
remembering his own encounters with the frightening entity and
the lack of effect his holy subjects had with warding them
away. In a grave tone, Archbishop

(01:00:21):
Marcus answered. By fire.
This evil was born through fire,so too shall it die.
The two continued pushing through the terrified crowd,
climbing up the steps. And thrusting the chapel's
entrance open the Black Rock Chapel Horror Part 4.

(01:00:48):
Inside the hallway to the sanctuary, the clutter of
overturned mahogany and discarded crucifix trinkets
littered the long Crimson hued carpet that lined the main hall.
The site that disturbed the two clergymen was most about the
chaos. Displayed before them, however,
were the empty garments that laydiscarded, as if those that

(01:01:10):
formerly bore them had simply vanished.
The elder priest froze. The blood flowing through his
veins chilled as he witnessed the forms of long, thin serpents
extrude their scaly forms from the empty garments.
Come now, there's no time to lose.
The Archbishop shouted as he went to retrieve the

(01:01:32):
frankincense from the drawer that kept the oils and wine
regularly used for the occasion of communion.
As he retrieved the oil and dismounted 2 of the
candlesticks, Father Caraway remained in place, the malign
phenomena burrowing back into his recollections.
Feeling incapable of acknowledging his partner's
voice, the elder priest felt thetaunts uttered by the wraiths

(01:01:55):
sink slowly and painfully into his heart.
If God's forgiveness is divine, how are we so many that are
condemned? No relief in heaven, no
damnation in hell, no forgiveness.
Salvation is only the lie you spread.

(01:02:16):
They have shown me the truth, Father, there is no salvation.
Those last two words, the 2 words that have haunted him for
three days and nights, began to repeat as though they were some
manner of a demented mantra, screaming inside his mind like a
chorus of shrieking maidens in great pain.

(01:02:37):
Father Caraway's trance was broken when he felt an object
pushed into his chest. Father, Are you ready to begin?
Archbishop Marcus asked, pushingone of the candlesticks into the
center of Father Caraway's chest.
Clarity resuming control of his thoughts, the priest replied
with a slightly hesitant breath.Yes, I'm ready.

(01:03:02):
Then may we exercise the evil from Christ's temple.
Archbishop Marcus declared with the blaze of determination
raging in his eyes. As they set about dousing the
main hall in the frankincense. Crossing each stream they cast
upon the surroundings, they eachbegan to recite in nominee

(01:03:22):
Patrice ET Fili ET Spiritus Sancti Amen.
Until Archbishop Marcus let out a sharp cry of pain that
abruptly ended his chanting. Startled, Father Caraway snapped
his head in the Archbishop's direction.
His jaw slacked numbly as he spotted five of the abhorrent
serpents with their fangs fixed firmly within his former

(01:03:45):
mentor's thighs. Archbishop Marcus's eyes were
fastened tight, his jaw agape ashis face portrayed the sheer,
unutterable pain that coursed within him at that moment.
Father Caraway began to rush to the Archbishop's aid, shock and
panic molding into one as he sawhis ally forced to his knees in

(01:04:06):
agony. No, Archbishop Marcus screamed
out with a strange cry. Stay away.
The elder priest halted despite the fright induced adrenaline
urging him further. His strength waning, the
Archbishop summoned the last of his will to let out a strained

(01:04:27):
cry to Father Caraway. It's too late.
I'm theirs now. I allowed this evil to birth.
Now you must destroy it. Another tortured whale escaped
Archbishop Marcus's mouth as theserpent swarmed him, biting and

(01:04:48):
coiling themselves up and aroundhis body and into his gaping
mouth. As they burrowed into his
throat, he began to let out a series of choking gasps.
Before the Serpents could overtake him, however,
Archbishop Marcus sputtered one last command to the petrified
priest. You.

(01:05:10):
Must burn burn Black Rock. Chapel.
His eyes rolled back as the breath of life left him falling
on his back. Father Caraway's legs felt weak
as he watched helplessly as the body of Archbishop Marcus became

(01:05:30):
but a mere squirming mass of dark and Crimson.
The serpents then dispersed. From where the archbishop's body
lay. Only the empty velvet robe
remained and scurried away collectively, as though they
were answering some summonses. His gaze following their flight.
Father Caraway saw them, Slytherin back into the

(01:05:51):
sanctuary, giving pursuit. Father.
Caraway's eyes. Met with the embodiment of the
horror that tormented the once hallowed ground he stood upon,
the abomination stood at the pulpit, arms outstretched as if
exerting the very force that beckoned the serpents to it.
The head of the abysmal creaturewas the likeness of the man

(01:06:13):
Father Caraway formally knew as Father Edwards.
The rest of the beasts form, however, consisted of little
more than a writhing, massive faces that appeared twisted in
the same expression of unbridledsuffering.
Father Caraway stood at the entrance of the sanctuary, pale,
struggling to comprehend the full extent of the unholy terror

(01:06:36):
displayed before him as the multitude of serpents burrowed
themselves in the many dark cavernous mouths of the agonized
faces that comprised the abominations form.
The tortured faces begin to undulate more rapidly as if
attempting to breach through theflesh, confining them until a
new addition begin to mold itself into the center of the

(01:06:58):
abominations chest region. In anguish, Father Caraway cried
out no when he witnessed the agonized faces of his former
mentor take form in the monstrosity's flesh.
As he fell to his knees, stripped of his will, he felt as
though he were once again in thenightmare now with no relief of

(01:07:20):
waking from it. Now you see the truth, brother,
Even the pious cannot be forgiven.
The voice, though uttered singlyby the false likeness of Father
Edwards, bore an ethereal quality to it that wholly devoid
its resemblance to that of a human.
Haunting familiarity struck the priest's ears when the voice of

(01:07:43):
a young man, though still inhuman, chided to him.
The truth stands before you no salvation.
He realized this to be the distorted vocals of the young
adolescent from the confessional.
The eyes of the false priests likeness rolled back unnaturally
into the skull and distended itsjaws, regurgitating a large

(01:08:08):
squirming legion of black serpents.
They slithered in haste to claimthe elder priest.
Father Caraway, witnessing this physical incarnation of horror,
almost resigned himself to his fate when he remembered the
Candlestick he still wielded, the frankincense.
He nearly shouted aloud, holdinghis tongue, however, to not

(01:08:31):
reveal his plan to the monster. With renewed hope, Father
Caraway found himself at his feet.
Out of the dark orifices of the mass of twisted faces, more dark
serpents came forth. Running to the empty velvet
robe, Father Caraway retrieved the half empty jar of the holy
oil and proceeded to douse the sanctuary.

(01:08:54):
Triumphantly, he raised the candle aloft, ready to set the
room ablaze when a succession ofsharp pains shot through his
left leg. He looked down to see that a
serpent had fixed its fangs within him.
Within less than seconds, FatherCaraway once again felt the
venom's crippling effects begin to claim him.

(01:09:14):
His head throbbed and his visionbegan to fail him, nausea
finally stripping his legs of his ability to stand, forcing
him to collapse as the serpents began to overtake him.
Father Caraway, with the last ofhis strength, raised the jar of
frankincense and doused himself in a weakened breath.

(01:09:35):
The elder priest uttered. Though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
I will fear no. His defiant speech was cut short
as two of the serpents forced themselves into his throat.
Just before the serpents would take him, Father Caraway

(01:09:56):
thrusted the candles flame upon himself, setting himself and the
serpents ablaze. The scorched serpents hissed as
they fled hastily from the elderpriests burning body.
In their panic, the burning serpents slithered to the spaces
dredged in the frankincense, igniting them.

(01:10:17):
Within mere minutes, the entirety of the sanctuary was an
inferno. The agonized faces fixed within
the abomination's flesh began toshriek in a uniformed cacophony
of pain as the searing grasp of the flames came upon them.
As the abomination's flesh charred, the massive faces began

(01:10:37):
to protrude further from the form until breaking free of the
flesh that held them bound, sending forth a cyclone of
wailing apparitions that swarmedthe burning sanctuary.
All through the night, the flames gutted Black Rock Chapel.
When the sun rose, nothing was left but hot, smouldering

(01:11:00):
rubble. 7 sunsets passed, with many of the folk attempting to
speculate and ponder what had happened that night.
I heard some bloody priest went mad, set the whole damn Chapel
on fire, himself included. Exclaimed a young man to the
bartender. We, The bartender retorted with

(01:11:22):
a hearty laugh. Scoff all you want, I know what
I heard. I know the truth.
Do you know? Uttered the patron seated upon
the neighboring barstool. The young lad was taken aback by
the somewhat abrupt and unexpected question by his mute
neighbor. Well, sure.

(01:11:43):
The young man finally replied with an uneasy chuckle.
The stranger looked at the lad, locking the nervous eyes with
his own cold gaze. The young lad saw that despite
appearing twice his own age, full dark brunette hair and a
young youthful face, the stranger also appeared, clad in

(01:12:04):
a dark robe similar to what the young lad had seen worn by
preachers. Say, you wouldn't happen to be a
priest, would you? The stranger's mouth parted
upward on the left corner and dry amusement.
I was once. He said in the same dry tone,
nearly devoid of emotion. But then I learned the truth.

(01:12:29):
The young lad, suspecting some manner of a bluff, challenged
him. That right now.
What would that be holy man? Still bearing the same devious
grin, the supposed former priesttold the young man to follow him
behind the Tavern if he wished to be bestowed with the truth he
offered. The young man obliged and

(01:12:51):
followed as a pig to slaughter. Within seconds the lads
confident arrogance was replacedwith sheer terror as the
stranger opened his robe to reveal a writhing mass of
tortured faces of pain branded into his flesh.
Like you. The stranger began.
I was too arrogant to accept thetruth, but I know now it's as

(01:13:16):
they told me. Salvation is only the lie we
spread, for all are condemned inthe end.
The former priest displayed A menacingly joyous smile as a
horde of black and Crimson scaled serpents silenced the
young lad screams. Yeah.

(01:26:35):
Yeah. Yeah.

(01:32:14):
Yeah. Yeah.

(01:36:43):
Yeah.

All Episodes

Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 194 - Dead Leaf Clover

Episode Transcript

Popular Podcasts

New Heights with Jason & Travis Kelce

Dateline NBC

24/7 News: The Latest

.css-15opob5{left:0;position:absolute;top:0.8rem;} All Episodes

.css-14f5ked{margin:0;word-break:break-word;display:-webkit-box;-webkit-box-orient:vertical;box-orient:vertical;-webkit-line-clamp:2;overflow:hidden;}Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 194 - Dead Leaf Clover