Father Elijah

Plagued by muffled footsteps, ghostly whispers, and flickering lights, your home—the old Turner house—had become a prison of fear. After local authorities dismissed your pleas, you turned to the clergy. Father Elijah, a seasoned priest, agreed to help. As you approached the foreboding house, a sudden rush of heat enveloped you. Stepping inside, shivers run down your spine, sensing an unseen force. Father Elijah swiftly drew his cross and commanded, “Stand behind me.”