A Haunted School

The Dark Book

Fr. Athanasius hands a book back to Mr. Smith, his eyes blazing with a mix of fear and determination. “You see, Mr. Smith, this book reveals the dark truth about the forces that lurk in the shadows. We can’t ignore it!”Mr. Smith snorts, his face reddening. “You’re just spooked by some old Latin phrases and superstitions, Fr. Athanasius. Don’t be ridiculous!”Fr. Athanasius’ voice rises, his words laced with urgency. “Ridiculous? You think the visions I saw, the power of Schimek and Vinks, are mere fantasies? You think ‘the staff of authority, the sceptre of my dominion’ is just a myth?”

Mr. Smith sneers, his eyes glinting with mockery. “Your dominion? You’re just a chaplain, Fr. Athanasius. You have no dominion over anything but your own delusions!”Fr. Athanasius slams his fist on the table, making Mr. Smith jump. “You dare to mock me? After what we’ve seen? The peeling bark, the seven-horned devil, the legion of followers? You think it’s just a book, mere write-up?”

Mr. Smith’s face pales, but his voice remains defiant. “I think you’re reading too much into it, Fr. Athanasius. It’s just an old book, a relic of the past. It has no power over us!”Fr. Athanasius’ eyes flashed like a fierce light. “No power? You think the darkness that lurks within its pages can’t consume us? You think we’re safe from the forces that Schimek and Vinks serve?”The air in the room seems to grow colder, the shadows deepening as if darkness itself is listening. Mr. Smith takes a step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.Fr. Athanasius’ voice drops to a whisper, his words laced with a menacing intensity. “You should be afraid, Mr. Smith. You should be very afraid. For we have seen the truth, and the truth cannot be silenced.”“You think you can ignore it, Mr. Smith?’ Fr. Athanasius continues, his voice rising. ‘You think you can pretend it doesn’t exist? The darkness will consume you it will consume us all, if we don’t face it head-on!”Mr. Smith tries to speak, but his voice is barely a whisper. “I...I don’t know what you are talking about, Fr. Athanasius.”Fr. Athanasius’ eyes blaze with fury. “Don’t play dumb, Mr. Smith! You know exactly what I’m talking about! You’ve seen the visions, you’ve read the words! You can’t pretend it doesn’t exist!” “You know, he continued ‘The devil is most happy when we say he doesn’t exist.’ Father Gabriele Amorth will tell you.” He then tries to remember something. SchimekSchimek was and is one of, the major guardians to the scared staff of mine, a sceptre of my authority, which laid in the middle of a wide trench in which all my angels who see my dominion worship. Schimek being power endowed crushed all who trespass my wills under his heels. We’ve moved and have left many places haunted one of which is one like a quadrangle. I dwell there.(Athanasius raising his head from the book said to himself “Am I I being put into a kid logy or something of its kind. Then he continued, reading furthermore”.) Valek Valek a nonchalant demon who possesses things, people or animals. Comes in form of familiar faces, that is his character and I have loved him for it. He ages slowly probably in centuries but looks like a nonagenarian. Intelligent and intellectually up stable he possesses black power and controls the mind and he.......“That was all I read and also saw with my eyes. But afterwards, I became unconscious, which always happened to me anytime I touched the book. Still my wills are adamantine and I’m very determined to achieve what I want.” Athanasius said.“All these stories happened in the days of yore.” He added.“I have told you. What if all you are planning to do turned against you? You distort your night sleep with your lots of study. Leave out studying and give yourself a rest and back out from what you are trying to do. It won’t help. You are just wasting your time.” Said Principal Smith“Hmm, I can see you are an illiterate, who sees no good side of something but the bad and will ne’er concord to the good at all. It’s so absurd. You too are wasting your own time thinking shallow.” Athanasius replied. “You are a complete ignoramus” he added as he walked out of the office.--------------------------------------------------------A piece of paper looking doozy fell to the ground, and made a noise as if a ceramic has fallen and broken into pieces. It is a letter with a tag “From Beyond”, having no address, title or writer it reads thus;From BeyondTo you, Fr. AthanasiusKudos, to you, ambitious one, you have proven to be very phenomenal and have proven to have grown moxie beyond comprehension. It serves well to know that you have your updates Mr. Exorcist. You are so daring. Maybe I think you have the power of a seven-horned devil or maybe I am the one being ill-informed, but I have never been. I think you have been warned but you think that hedonism is the best and so you want it. Without writing much all I want is simple; disembark from your plans, peace and harmony abounds, embark on and........Your soul Your soul Your soulI probably think right! You have seen these visionsYou’ll get to know me soon Oh stubborn one!--------------------------------------------------------‘Haven’t you heard?’ asked Principal Smith.‘Heard what?’ Replied Athanasius, none has told me anything concerning any latest updates. ‘I came to school late and met the students writing their exams with all seriousness. I was surprised because the chemistry teacher submitted no questions on his subjects to the typist to be worked on.’ ‘And from my enquiries, the questions on chemistry were seen on the desk of the typist, well typed and arranged, and she spoke of having no knowledge of how it was typed.’‘Definitely mischievous said Father.’