A Sacrifice at the Abbey Interrupted

A Sacrifice at the Abbey Interrupted

The air is still and warm for this time of year the leaves on the trees are still turning holding on to the branches. The noise from the local pub garden floats over the old abby walls, a figure of a man is slumped against the abby gates.

“You best not be urinating on those gates” shouted Father Connelly as he step out of the Bishops home. The man startles and moves quickly away from the gates.

“Well Your Grace thank you for this evenings meal and your words of wisdom.”

“Your most welcome Father, it’s been a pleasure to have you on this most wonderful of evenings. Even if the locals forget themselves and mistake my gates as public bathroom.” chuckled the Rev. Bishop.

“mmm… yes, you’re right well good evening Your Grace.”

“Good evening Father” replied the Rev. Bishop slowly shutting the door. Father Connelly turned and made his way to the gates of the abby. The noise from the pub garden was quieter now as closing time had come and gone. As he made his way the grand gates of the abby a muffled sound of talking to his left stop him in his tracks. Looking around he was startled by a hooded figure running across the grounds towards the chapel. Following the hooded figure across the grounds, Father Connolly notices the lights in the chapel are all on. The muffled voices grow louder and louder, confused by what is happening Father Connolly moves slowly towards the side door of the chapel. Louder still the chanting greets the Fathers ears as he steps inside his confusion grows more as the chapel appears to be empty. But voices seem louder, moving into the chapel the Father notices a hatch in the floor he had never seen before. Father Connolly moves towards the hatch in the floor unsure wether to go down and see what is going on. When the most blood curdling scream echoed up from the chamber below, leaving the Father rotted to the spot over looking the hatch. He pauses for a moment before forcing himself down the darken twisted staircase. The scene that meets Father Connolly in the chamber under the chapel shocks him. Clocked hooded people standing in a large circle chanting in a language he had never heard before. The air is thick with incense and the floors of the chamber are covered with lit candles. The people in the chamber start to move from side to side chanting even louder. Scared by what he is watching Father Connolly moves to see whats in the centre of this ritual. To his horror there is an altar with a young woman lain on top dressed in white, the woman appears to be alive but is bound to the altar she screams and screams, but the chanting only gets louder and louder as to drown her out. Father Connolly watches on as two of the group brake away moving forward into the centre of the ritual. One of the hoods slips to revel none other than the abbess herself, the head of the nuns order here at the abby. Angered by the sight of her Father Connolly steps forward bellowing.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY ARE YOU DOING? This is madness, madness I tell you.” The nuns fall back in shock at the interruption of Father Connolly. He steps forward towards the alter where the abbess is standing still in shock.

“ I demand an answer Rev. Mother, what is going on here and why is this young woman tide an altar? Answer me.”

Gathering herself together the abbess replied. “Father Connolly you should not be here, you can not be here, for this is nothing to do with your line of work Father. Leave now and never return, leave now.”

“I will not leave without an answer as to what is this devil worship, that goes on here in the house of god. The Bishop will have to hear about this as well as the police.”

“Calm yourself Father Connolly I’m already here.” said a voice behind Father Connolly.

“Your grace you’re here.”