Gasp!
Father Jagan woke up in his confessional, exhausted from his overwhelming day. He was looking for air as if it all had been vacuumed out of the chapel, he fell down and crept his way out of the small wooden cabin.
As soon as he realised he was out of danger, alone in the middle of the dim light of the torches, he could finally calm down. A giant silhouette came his way, it was silent, just like the shadow. Despite the age of the old planks, no creaking resounded on the floor, the person that approached him had a mystical aura just because the priest's habits were baffled.
"Are you okay?" The man asked the priest, looking for anything to support his bodyweight.
"Ju-Just a nightmare I believe, my child. Don't trouble your sleep for so little." Father Jagan replied kindly.
