Sister Agnes

In the small town of Lin, whispers of a deranged figure became the stuff of nightmares. They called him “Sister Agnes”.  A man disguised in a tattered nun's habit, with a face obscured by a weathered veil. Every evening, as the church bells tolled midnight, he would parade through the streets, silently watching from the shadows. Residents soon learned to avoid the dark alleys, where the chilling sound of his footsteps echoed like a haunting hymn. But it wasn’t the sight of a man in a nun’s attire that sent shivers down their spines but rather it was the eerie lullabies he softly sang. A twisted rendition of hymns meant to soothe. His voice carried a sorrowful tone, hinting at a madness simmering beneath the surface.

One summer night, a young girl named Lois was intrigued by the rumors and decided to follow the sounds. As she crept closer, she saw him standing in the graveyard, clutching a small, rusted metal cup filled with what looked like dark liquid, the moonlight glinting off it ominously.

“Join us, my child” 

he crooned, a smile creeping across his lips as his eyes glinted with a manic shine.

“The Father wants you to be free of sin.”

Terrified, Emily turned to run, but the ground seemed to shift beneath her. The shadows elongated, and Sister Agnes was suddenly in front of her, blocking her escape. 

“Don’t you want to be saved?” 

He whispered, the breath from his lips smelling of decay.With a scream that pierced the night, Emily stumbled away, but the sinister chant continued to follow her

“Faith will cleanse you, my dear.”

Days later, the townsfolk discovered an empty grave marked with a single, wilted flower. The only trace of Sister Agnes was a small, rusted chalice found beneath the moonlit tree, forever holding the secrets of a madness that had taken root deep within the town.As night fell, the echoes of haunting lullabies could still be heard, leaving everyone wondering if Sister Agnes was still watching, waiting for another soul to “Save”