Fr. Abel suddenly jumped out of his bed. He was sweating profusely. He knew he has had a horrendous daydream. He tried to remember but wasn’t able to recollect anything. Something was obscuring his memory. He slowly rubbed his salt and pepper beard.
Something is after him. His life is in danger. I need to meet him immediately.
He slipped out of the bed and turned the lights on. The clock said 4.38 pm. He draws a cross on his forehead. O father, who art in heaven, holy be thy name… He started praying.
He was forty years, an elegant looking man with broad chests and a fit athletic body. He used to work out when he was young and has managed to keep his physique enviable, courtesy of a healthy diet and lifestyle.
He quickly made some calls and arranged a deacon to take over the church dut
