The Devil Knocking At The Door
"Thank you for your words this morning Father." Andrew Barns was twisting his hat in his hands. It was likely it would not survive if he continued. Already the hat band of the expensive bowler was creased. "My wife... She's been very depressed lately. Do you feel it could be... well, like you said, and evil presence." "Could be" the priest gestured to the heavy leather chair and closed the door behind the parishioner who had requested an audience. "Is there a reason for her...