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Forgotten Cathedral; Abandoned Souls (Short Story)
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One look at the cathedral, and nobody would even know that a living soul hasn't stepped in it in years. It somehow manages to stay in perfect shape, looking as good as new. It was as if somebody, or somebodies were still around, taking care of this holy structure.
Nobody quite knows what happened to those who held worship within the cathedral, though many myths and stories have made their way around. Some folks suggest the original worshippers formed a cult and all passed away, showing their devotion to the cathedral. The more superstitious citizens tell stories of something unholy possessing the structure and driving the worshippers into madness. Some even go as far as to believe the original worshippers never left.
Intrigued by the mystery, a devote Christian named Jaye makes the decision to find out the truth for herself. One day, after a service in her small inner-city church, she ventures out of town towards the abandoned cathedral, in search of answers. (Continued in comments)
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- Model
dalle 3
- Prompts
- dark fantasy pencil drawing, gothic drawn sketch, beautiful nervous goth woman, suit and tie, inside dark gothic cathedral, many pairs of big ghost hands from behind onto chest, colorful sunrays through stained glass windows, black goth makeup, pale complexion, white skin, straight black hair, very curvaceous, ...
- Workflow
Not provided
Opening the creaking doors, Jaye enters the old cathedral, greeted by an eerie emptiness. There were pews, and a podium, but nothing else, no large grand Organ, no hymn books, nothing other than empty pews and a freshly stained wooden podium.
A faint sound, more so a series of faint sounds slowly creeped their way into Jaye's ears as she explored. The sound of wind? No, not wind, whispers. Dozens of incoherent voices tried to speak to her. A chill ran down the young woman's spine as she looked around, desperate to find the source of the whispering.
Fear took over as she began to feel cold lifeless hands all over her, grabbing and almost clawing at her. Was she going crazy, just spooked by the horror stories told, or was she not alone? The voices grew louder and more coherent, calling out to her, begging for her help. "Save us..."
The voices grew louder and angrier, the hands grew stronger and more aggressive, the feeling of danger grew more and more. She had to leave. (Continued)