There he was. In curch standing alone as the ground started shaking. An earthquake! He held on to a wooden statue in panic. The ground kept on shaking and even when it slowly stopped he held on to the statue of st. Peter as it turned out. It gave him some kind of a strange, comforting feeling. As he finally looked around he stood in amazement. Nothing was broken, not even out of place. Perhaps it was him that was shaking. He wanted to jump away from the statue only to realize he could not. He couldn't move. He observed as wooden splinters grew under his fingernails, slowly turning him into wood. "St. Paul," someone whispered in the background. The lord has spoken. #horrorShorts #myWork
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