You walk into an old crumbling asylum (goodness knows why) and shine your flashlight on the mildew covered wallpapers, crunching the peeling bits that have long since fallen to the floor under your feet.
In typical horror story fashion, just as you reach the end of the longest, darkest corridor, the flashlight begins to flicker, creating mini lightning flashes before your eyes. Dazzled and panicked, you frantically bang your only comfort against the heel of your hand, but to no avail. In another second, the light winks out altogether, leaving you with a dry mouth, your heart in your throat.
You tremble and begin to walk backwards slowly, carefully, hoping to not to trip over any debris in your haste to retreat to the safety of the car outside. This is when, all senses heightened, you begin to hear a vague whispering emanating from the surrounding blackness ... and it's not in front of you, but behind...
Eek! Fel! Please send me that Bishop Doll. I think I'm gonna need some divine light magic up in here! Eeep!
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