I pulled back the sheet slightly so that I could see who was beneath. Their breath was labored and they seemed weak. I didn’t recognize the face and with how bloody it was I couldn’t really make our whether it was male or female. It looked like someone dragged a blade across the skin. There was marks that looked like symbols all over their face in cuts. But I didn’t recognize the symbols either. Was this satanic markings? There was a picture on their face that looked familiar. I saw that picture on a wall in Iraq but is was in one of the ruins as we were searching for terrorists. There was a rusty bronze dagger on the floor next to the body.
The dagger called out to me. I felt the need to grab it so I picked it up. “What do you mean the sacrificial knife is still in the other room? The master wants it now for this sacrifice.” The abbess said from the other room. I panicked and ran out of the room closing the door behind me as quietly as i could. I heard another door in the room slam open in a great hurry.
“Abbess? I think our other sacrifice has moved?” I heard a voice say. I heard heavy footsteps rush into the room.
“Why is he uncovered? The face must dry before we can use him.” The abbess said. Now I know it’s a him but who? “Where is the knife?”
“I don’t know abbess.” The other voice said.
“We must find it. There is no back up.” The abbess said, “The master will be very perturbed if we don’t find it presently.”
“What do we do with the remaining three of the ghost hunting fools?” The voice asked.
“Leave them for now. The master has plans.” The abbess said annoyed. I quietly walked up the stairs. I didn’t want them to find me if they searched the stairwell for the knife. I grabbed the pentagram book on my way out of the priests office. I hurried back to the naive.
Pat was at the top of the stairs, “The fuck was that shit?! We stick together you piece of sh…” Pat became slightly distracted by what was in my hands. “The fuck is that?”
“The nuns and the priest had someone tied up in the secret room” I said.
“Why didn’t you untie them?” Pat asked.
“I didn’t have time.” I said. “I found this knife and took it. The knife seems important to the ritual that the nuns are conducting.”
“Then why the fuck did you take it?” Pat asked freaking out.
“So that they couldn’t conduct the ritual.” I said.
“No, it was shiny and you wanted to touch it.” Pat said annoyed.
“So what? And also, how the fuck do you do that. It freaks me out.” I said.
“They will now be looking for it and I don’t want it to be in our possession when they find it.” Pat said breezing over my attempt to lighten the mood.
“You want to take it back to them?” I asked.
“Don’t be stupid. Leave it where they can find it away from us.” Pat said annoyed at the question. Pat reached down to grab the knife and suddenly I was in a desert.
I couldn’t yell or talk even I was in a dark room with sand rubbing against the bottom of my feet. I had sandals made out of what looked like wood planks and tied to my feet with hempen rope. The wrapping went half way up my calf. My face was burning like a fresh cut but hard like a dried scab. In front of me was a man holding the knife. But it looked new. The man yelled something and plunged the knife into my chest. I could feel the cold bronze blade entering my flesh. I tried to yell out in pain but still no noise came out of my mouth. I glanced up as it began to turn dark and I saw a symbol that looked familiar. It was a man’s head on a winged lions body. That symbol was in the cave in Iraq.
I was laying on the ground in the naive with Pat standing over me. He was tapping my face. “What the fuck is happening?” I yelled.
“Relax bud, you’re ok.” Pat said.
“The man with the knife!” I said.
“What man?” Pat asked.
“He had the knife and he stabbed me…” I said shaken by what had happened.
“You saw my vision?” Pat said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked “what vision?”
“At times when I touch things I get visions. I have never shared a vision which can only mean that this was a particularly strong psychic object.” Pat said.
“What does it mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Did you see the Babylonian symbol on the ceiling?” Pat asked.
“Babylonian?” I asked.
“When we were in Iraq searching those ruins, we saw that same symbol. I asked a local about it during our friend making mission and they told me that those were a Babylonian religious thing.” Pat said kind of proud that he knew something I didn’t. “He said that those ruins were used to sacrifice to Nergal. The god of the underworld and the dead.” I heard a noise like a rumble from the basement.
“Let’s get away from the stairs.” I said.
“Yeah.” Pat said distracted by the noise in the basement.
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