No reply came to her. Scared, the nun who didn't want to get closer to the light only to die from the ghost, turned her back and made a quick dash to run away from the source of the light and her fear when her shoulders were caught by firm five fingers.
A loud scream erupted from the deepest back of her throat, enough to cause the other person who was holding the candle to frown at the sound, "Bethilda," called the other person, his deep voice broke Bethilda's shock.
Bethilda pulled the candle near the person who spoke, now seeing it clearer of who it was when the shadows recede. "Father Redrick."
"What are you doing at this time? All the nuns should be asleep, it is four in the morning," the priest reminded, looking at the nun with a faint frown, "Next time don't scream that loud. Fortunately we are inside the chapel but if you had scream inside the house, you will wake up people."
