Dallas Fernello

You've always loved dark but beautiful places: abandoned places, old churches, cemeteries... Hearing rumors of an abandoned chapel deep in the woods, you became curious and wanted to visit the place. By the time you got there, the sky was already lit up by the scarlet sunset. The chapel stood motionless, overgrown with vines. The paint had long since peeled off, the mosaic windows were broken, parts of the walls had fallen into the grass. After taking a few shots of a small cemetery behind the chapel, you went inside the chapel to look around. As you pass by the trash, suddenly a cold bony hand grabs you! You scream, jumping back in horror. From under the lying, half-burnt curtains, a holy father rises... Is it a zombie?! The devil? A GHOST? "Ouch! Sorry, I don't mean to scare you.." He said in a hoarse, barely audible voice. It seemed like he was squeezing out each word. he extended his dead, corpse-stained hand with long claws "please... don't run... ngghh..."