At midnight, the candles relit themselves. Tiny footprints appeared in the dust, circling the altar. Then came the laughter — small, wet, an...

At midnight, the candles relit themselves. Tiny footprints appeared in the dust, circling the altar. Then came the laughter — small, wet, and wrong. Every shadow stretched toward the priest, and his skin began to peel away like paper. Now the church bells ring by themselves, tolling for the child beneath. Prompt: abandoned ...