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the midnight man— m.s.

part three (final part) ⭑ the power of possession

(part one) (part two)

(sam and colby x sturniolo triplets x reader)

⋆˙⟡ in which: the triplets and sam and colby bring you to a church to try to get rid of the midnight man that has attached to you.

a/n: buckle up, this is going to get a little scary

a/n2: i hope im not disappointing anyone, but this is very lazily written and im not even sure it makes sense, but i hope you get the premise

cw: cursing, possession, organized religion, churches, priests, exorcism, holy water, R rated horror movie vibes.

It had been 15 minutes since you ended the ritual by Matt’s demands. Your hands now gripped the sink in Sam and Colby’s old guest bathroom. Your head was pounding, your knees were shaking, and you felt sick to your stomach. You stared at yourself in the mirror, trying to collect your thoughts. You looked pale, and there were dark shadows underneath your eyes.

You rotated the sink’s cold water handle until the liquid came splashing out. You stuck your cupped hands under the water and splashed it on your face and the back of your neck in an attempt to ground yourself. Then you buried your face in one of the hand towels that had been left behind. When you lifted your head you caught a glance of the mirror and froze.

Someone was standing behind you.

You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out. Suddenly, your limbs were like lead, and you couldn’t move. Tears welled in the corner of your eyes as the shadow man that was standing behind you slowly came closer.

You couldn’t escape.

Matt paced outside of the bathroom door. “Give her space,” Chris had said. And he was trying. But he was really worried about you. He’d never seen you so afraid and energetically drained like this.

“Dude, chill out. You look like a hired secret service agent right now.” Chris snorted, sitting criss-cross on the wooden floor.

“It’s been ten minutes since she went in there.” Matt said, gritting his teeth.

“Yeah, she’s a girl. They take longer in the bathroom.” Nick explained.

“Not any longer than you, Nick.” Chris quipped.

“I’m a gay man. If I want to take four hours in the bathroom, Chris, I will.” Nick rolled his eyes.

“She’s probably just fixing up her makeup or something.” Colby offered. But Matt was not reassured.

Thirty seconds later he spoke up again. He knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/n?”

No response.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Matt looked at his two brothers, who were exchanging a look.

Sam stood up and approached the door, raising his voice to a soft shout. “Hey, Y/n, you all good?”

Still nothing.

“I’m going in.” Matt huffed. He fidgeted with the door handle, but it was locked. “Y/n, let me in.”

Nothing to be heard.

“She’s not fucking answering.”

“Did she pass out?”

“Oh my god, Matt, get the door down now.”

Matt shoved against the door, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried again, desperately hitting at the door in an attempt to get to you.

Finally, he backed up and sprinted into the door, ramming it with his shoulder. The lock broke and the door swung open, revealing you.

Laying on the floor.

“Oh my God!” Nick covered his mouth.

Matt rushed over by your side. He thought maybe you had fallen and hit your head.

But as he came closer, he could see that your eyes were still open. Except that your irises were pointed towards the top of your head, the whites covering most of your eyes, and your eyelids were rapidly blinking.

“What the…”

He then realized. “Fuck! Fuck! He got her, he fucking got her!” He yelled.

Sam and Colby rushed over. “What are you talking abo— holy fucking shit. Colby, call your priest right now.”

Colby stared at you with wide eyes. He slipped his hand into his back pocket, grabbed his phone and dialed, holding his phone up to his ear.

Nick stood in the doorway with his hands still covering his open jaw. Chris stood behind Nick, looking like he was about to throw up.

“We need to get her to the church as soon as possible.” Sam said. “Who’s going to lift her?”

“I will,” Matt said, voice shaking violently. He reached down and slipped one hand under your shoulders and the other under your knees, scooping you up. Your limp form was heavy in his arms, but he could hardly feel your weight due to the absolute fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins.

The five boys rushed out to Sam’s car. Sam hopped in the driver’s seat, Colby in the passenger speaking frantically on the phone to the priest of his catholic church. The triplet boys sat in the back with your body lying across all three of theirs.

Nick was crying, Chris stared out the window in the hopes that he would wake up and discover this was all some fucked-up nightmare. Matt held your hand with one of his, and the other cupped your face.

“Y/n, if you can hear me, I’m here, okay? You’re gonna be okay. I’m not leaving, I’ve got you.” The panic in his voice was evident, as was the mood in the rest of the car as Sam slammed on the gas and sped down the highway at 110 mph.

“I’m here, I’ve got you.” Matt kept repeating the whole ride, like a mantra that could single-handedly keep you alive.

The tires skirted on the pavement of the church as Sam braked and placed the car in park. The job to get you into the building was no slower than they had gotten you out of the old house, and in seconds you were lying at the front of the church, at the priest’s feet.

Nick had fallen into one of the pews, distraught. Chris, Colby, and Sam sat beside him, but Matt refused to step away from you. He kept gripping your hand as if his life depended upon it.

“It’s bad.” The priest observed.

Yeah, no fucking shit, Matt wanted to say, but he held his tongue.

“I’ve warned you not to deal with demons, Colby. And now you’ve gone and gotten your friend hurt because of it.”

“I know, Father, I’m sorry.” Colby bowed his head, and the priest nodded, a sad glint in his eye.

“Do you know why she was targeted?” The priest asked.

“No, she has no reason to be. She’s doesn’t seek out things like this. She just feels it— the spirits— more than any of us.” Matt rambled.

“She’s the kindest and most loving out of all of us.” Nick choked.

The priest let out a short puff of air. “I’m going to have to perform an exorcism.”

In the pew, Nick and Chris looked at each other, uneasy.

He reached into his robes and pulled out a little vial, filled with clear liquid. “I’m going to ask you to step back.” He said to Matt.

Matt shook his head. He was not leaving you.

“It is for your own safety. If you do not, I will have one of your brothers forcibly remove you.”

Matt clenched his jaw and backed up, sinking into the first row pew.

The priest stood over you. He opened his hands, palms down and said,

“Demon, In the name of the Father, I command thee, leave this human vessel.”

On the floor, your body started to vibrate, twitching and writhing. Matt’s eyes went wide. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, but he couldn’t. He gripped his thigh hard, fingernails digging into the flesh there.

“I banish you with the power of Jesus Christ!”

You began to scream, a horrible, high pitched sound that didn’t sound like your voice at all.

The boys all covered their ears. Chris’s eyes were squeezed shut, Nick’s head was buried in his shoulder. Sam and Colby were gripping each other’s hands.

The priest opened the vial, and splashed the liquid inside onto you. Upon contact with your body, the liquid hissed and evaporated into smoke.

Your screams grew louder and louder, until they couldn’t anymore. Your arms were thrashing everywhere.

The priest was murmuring a prayer, a rosary in his hand. Matt caught a clipping of “Jesus save this girl,”

And suddenly, everything stopped.

Your body laid on the carpet— were you breathing? Matt rushed over and sank to his knees beside you. Your eyes were closed.

“Did it work? Is it gone?” Matt asked the priest frantically.

“I-I don’t know.” The priest stuttered.

Your eyes fluttered open, slowly. Matt looked down at you, his chest loosening with relief.

“Matt?” You said weakly, your eyes glazed over.

“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay now. I’m here.” Matt said softly, brushing a hair out of your face.

After a moment, Matt spoke again. “Holy shit, Y/n. I thought I lost you.”

And before the could even think it through, Matt was lowering his lips to yours and he kissed you.

Kissed you like he thought he would never see you again. Kissed you with all the emotion and love and care he’d been holding back forever. His lips told you the real reason why he had always been so protective, why he always worried about you.

Love.

When he finally pulled away, a shudder ran through your body, and then your eyes were no longer hazy. The priest, above, made an audible sound of realization.

Matt looked up, a question in his eyes.

“It’s gone.”

“How do you know?”

“Her eyes. They’re clear.”

You stared at Matt, still in shock that he had just kissed you. The boys in the pew were looking at each other the exact same way, terrified, but also relieved, and shocked.

“It all makes sense why he chose her now. The demon.”

It dawned on you then, your eyes widening, and you looked at Matt.

“The one thing that demons don’t have the capacity to do is love. And that kiss? That was love. True, unconditional love. I can tell by the way you look at her and interact with her that you love her. By showing her unconditional love, you’ve saved her from the being that wanted to take her.”

“A… a true love’s kiss saved her?” Chris piped in, voice shaking violently.

You snickered quietly, despite yourself. You couldn’t help it. Matt looked at you incredulously.

“Well, yes. Love saved her. Because Jesus first showed love to us, and now we show that love to each other.”

You looked at Matt, who caught your eye. His eyebrows were raised in a silent question. Are you okay?

And somehow you were. Because you had been saved. You weren’t exactly sure what you believed had saved you, but whatever had, it had been a miracle.

⋆˙⟡ — THE END!! —⋆˙⟡

a/n: ummmm i hope this makes sense of like, how she was saved, cuz i feel like in every horror movie religion is what saves people but also im not religious anymore so writing about the “love of jesus” lwk made me cringe😭 but like i hope you get the premise of how she was saved and it makes sense. anyways i love you guys and ty for supporting my writing journey :) <3

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the midnight man— matt sturniolo

part two ⭑ estes method

(part one) (part three)

(sam and colby x sturniolo triplets x reader)

⋆˙⟡ in which: the midnight man is after you. (ominous oooo)

a/n: again, i’m taking creative liberties so from here on out, it will not be like the yt video at all (except for some conversation, jokes, etc)! the estes method answers will be mainly unique, and more about reader, since the midnight man is after her because she dropped her candle and it went out. ty for understanding!

not proofread

cw: cursing, mentions of possession and religion, creepy shit.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No way. We are not continuing this. Y/n could be hurt, she could have a concussion.” Matt paced around the bathroom, candle in hand.

After you had fallen, Sam, Chris, and you had gone back upstairs. The camera had new batteries and was ready for further investigation— but after telling the others about your candle and your fall, Matt was pissed.

“I told you, Matt. I’m fine. It’ll be less safe if we don’t close the ritual properly.”

You were set on finishing this. You needed to know why the Midnight Man wanted you. Why you felt his presence and his pain before the candle ever went out.

Why it felt like you were connected.

Nick piped up. “Matt, if she’s telling you she’s okay, I believe her. If she was really worried, you know she would’ve stopped this by now. I’m surprised she even wants to continue. But if she’s okay, then what’s stopping us?”

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that she could get fucking possessed?” He threw his hands up incredulously.

“I probably already am,” You said, only half joking. Matt glared at you.

“I just don’t get why you won’t let her make her own decisions. You don’t control her, Matt. She’s an adult woman and 100% capable of making her own choices.”

“Oh, so now it’s a crime to care about my friend?”

“No you just— sometimes you don’t act like she’s your friend.” Chris said gently.

But it didn’t land that way.

“What the hell does that mean?” Matt’s eyes narrowed, the volume of his voice growing louder.

You interrupted before either of the other two triplets could respond— before things got uncomfortable. “Look, I vote we do what Sam and Colby have planned. The dual estes method. I have the rosary until I can get saged later.”

Matt groaned in frustration. “Fine. But you’re not going under.”

Before you could argue, Sam shouted. “Oh, fuck!” You jumped, and Matt caught your waist with his left hand.

“What? What?” Colby asked desperately.

“The mic just came detached from the camera. It’s never done that before.”

“You just gave me a fucking heart attack at the ripe age of twenty two.” Nick said, clutching his chest.

“Pussy.” Chris snickered. You glared at him and he shut up.

You looked down and realized Matt’s hand was on your waist— and his thumb was rubbing unconscious circles into your side. You quickly cleared your throat and stepped away from his reach. He pretended not to notice, but you could see the slight shift in his demeanor. Suddenly the room was much warmer.

But apparently it wasn’t just you that felt the rise in temperature, because Colby piped up. “It just got like really hot in here.”

“Yeah, the heat feels, like, intimate.” Nick joked. Everyone laughed heartily except you and Matt, whose chuckles were more weary. At that moment, you were sure Nick had seen Matt’s hand holding your waist seconds earlier.

“Could also be a sign that the Midnight Man is with us.” Sam suggested, which made you shiver despite the suffocating warmth. “We should get going with the dual estes method. We need to split up.”

You nodded. “Okay, Sam and Chris, we can go downstairs. Nick, Matt, and Colby, you stay up here.”

Matt began to protest but Chris cut him off with a sharp look that you couldn’t read. Maybe a “give her some goddamn space” stare. You hoped that’s what it was, because you couldn’t take any more of Matt’s worrying about you. You were already worrying about yourself enough for the both of you.

Minutes later Sam and Chris were set up in the old editing room against the wall. Chris had the noise-cancelling headphones and blindfold on, spirit box in hand.

You held the camera, across from the boys, recording them.

“Is anyone with us?” Sam asked. The classic first question. No answer.

“Is there someone here who would be willing to talk to us?” He tried again.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow flash across the doorway. Judging from the look on Sam’s face, he saw it too.

Then Chris said, “Doorway.”

You gripped the camera tighter and stared at Sam. “There’s no way.”

“It could’ve just been the flickering from the candles,” Sam suggested, offering a debunked version of the event that just occurred.

“No.” Chris said.

“Ohhh-kay then!” You sang warily.

“Are you the Midnight Man?” Sam asked.

No response for a few minutes. And then:

“You wanna know?”

You shivered. “Yes. I do. Why are you after me?”

“Candle.” Chris responded. Sam’s eyes widened, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Their answers had never been this clear before.

“Yeah, I know my candle went out. But that’s not why you want me is it? There’s something else.”

“You.” A pause.

And then: “Understand me.”

You were freaking out internally, but trying to stay calm, especially since your voice was on camera— and none of this was going to be cut out. “Are your intentions negative?”

“Perhaps.” Chris/The Midnight Man responded.

Sam gestured for you to hand him the camera, and you did, pulling out the rosary in your pocket. Whatever God was up there, you hoped it didn’t fail you now.

“You cannot attach to me. You may not touch me, you don’t have permission. I am protected. I do not claim your negative energy. You will stay away from me.” You felt a shiver up your spine, as if something was trying to touch you, but couldn’t.

“Boyfriend.” Chris said. You looked at Sam, brows furrowed. What the hell?

“What are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfriend.” How was that even remotely relevant?

“Middle of three.”

Huh?

Sam tilted his head at you, confused. You were equally as surprised as he was though, and you offered no answers.

“Take.” Chris said. You gripped at your leggings, palms sweating.

“Can’t save you.” Chris said, matter of factly. Your eyes widened in horror.

Suddenly, a REM pod near the staircase went off, and your heart dropped. Your brain went completely into overwhelm mode, and you began to freak out.

“No— no! Stay away. Get the fuck away from me.” You said hysterically. Sam noticed your rigid fear and put the camera down. He scooted over to you and put his hand on your shoulder, looking down on you comfortingly.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe. Want me to wake Chris up?”

You nodded desperately and put your head in your hands. Sam shook Chris lightly, who took off the headphones and blindfold. As soon as he saw you, he was reaching out to you.

“Oh my God, you’re shaking. What the hell happened?”

You and Sam explained the answers you had received from the Midnight Man. Chris looked terrified for you.

“Matt was right. This isn’t safe. We should get you to a fucking church right now.” Which was weird coming out of Chris’s mouth, because he wasn’t even religious.

“I’m fine.” You insisted. “Just a little thrown off.” Your face was numb. Your hands were shaking. You didn’t feel normal. But you didn’t tell them that. You couldn’t.

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the midnight man— matt sturniolo

part 1 ⭑ candles

(part two) (part three)

(sam and colby x sturniolo triplets x reader)

⋆˙⟡ in which: you join the triplets in an uncut investigation at sam and colby’s old trap house to summon the midnight man. (based on sam and colby’s new youtube video.)

a/n: this won’t be exactly like the video, i may be taking some creative liberties here and there. this will also be a series with multiple parts, since the video is so long (i may even leave some parts out). thanks for understanding!!

a/n2: i wrote this like a year ago so bear wit me

cw: use of y/n, cursing, mentions of possession and religion (just a rosary), creepy shit.

You stood staring off into the distance in the house as faint words went in one ear and out the other. Sam was explaining to the camera how the ritual was going to work. To summon the Midnight Man.

You had tried to focus on having a positive attitude and looking happy throughout the whole intro you guys had filmed— but something about this made you feel off. You weren’t scared, just… spooked. There was a certain feeling about this place.

Matt could tell that you were uncomfortable, he’d caught your eye a couple times and given you a reassuring shoulder squeeze, sensing your anxiety. He was your anchor in this space where you felt like you were floating in fear and anticipation for what was to come during this ritual.

“So the first thing we do is write out our full names on a piece of paper.” Sam said as he slipped you and Chris each a piece.

“Writing the gov name feels crazy,” Nick commented, to which everyone laughed.

After taking a paper from Sam, you slid the pen across the paper in loopy letters, writing out your first, middle, and last name, then handed it to Colby. Matt did the same, his eyes asking a silent question from across the space.

You okay?

Nervous, you responded back with your expression.

Sam took a deep breath, preparing his next words, which were going to sound insane. “The second step is…”

“…we need to each put a drop of blood on the paper with our name.”

Chris made eye contact with each of you, his eyes wide, a “wtf” expression on his face. You glanced at Matt. This shit was way too intense. Blood?

“You guys don’t have to. Me and Colby can do yours as well.”

“Yeah, I think I’m good.” Chris chuckled nervously. Nick agreed, and so did Matt. But you paused.

You weren’t sure what made you say it, but the next words that came out of your mouth were: “I’ll do it.”

Matt’s head whipped towards you and his brows furrowed.

“Are you sure?” Colby asked. “You really don’t have to. We don’t want to make any of our guests uncomfortable—”

“It’s for the video right? I got this. No big deal.” You tried to swallow away the anxiety that was swirling in your stomach. You picked up two papers— the one with your name and Matt’s— and took a finger prick from Sam.

Since blood couldn’t be shown on YouTube, you went into the bathroom and pricked your finger. You inhaled sharply, the pad of your pointer finger stinging. As you pricked your finger, you felt something that was almost like a breath on your neck. You jumped and turned your head instantly… but no one was there.

Maybe I’m just freaking myself out for nothing, you thought. You shook off your bad feeling and finally wiped a drop of blood on each piece of paper, coming out of the bathroom.

Sam and Colby repeated the process.

The next part to start the ritual was to knock on a door 22 times with the 22nd knock landing at exactly midnight. Then you each had ten seconds to light your candle or the ritual wouldn’t work.

You did all these knocks with anxiety swirling in your stomach, but it finally calmed down once your candle was ignited.

But you had to keep following the rules.

“1. Don’t leave the house,” Sam said.

“2. No extra light.” Colby continued. The house was completely dark. All the lights had been turned off before the ritual had started.

“3. If your candle goes out, you have 10 seconds to relight it, or the same amount of time to run to that circle of salt for safety. If neither of those things are done… the Midnight Man can attach to you.” You shivered at that. Across the circle, Matt caught your eye. You could tell he was a bit worried about you, but you just looked at the floor.

“And once you’re in the salt circle, you can’t leave until the ritual is over. Remember, we’re doing this until 3:33 am.” Colby added. Damn, this was intense. You didn’t think you’d ever been this petrified in your life.

“Finally, 5. You have to keep moving. You can’t stand too long in one spot.”

So now the six of you moved slowly around the house, so that your candles wouldn’t blow out. Making small conversation, and jumping at every noise.

You subconsciously stayed close to Matt as you headed up the stairs to Colby’s old bathroom. On the way, Chris curiously stepped in one of the rooms, looking around. A light turned on. You gasped and Chris instantly backed up.

“Shit, shit, shit. There’s a motion sensor.” Chris said anxiously. Sam rushed over and shut the light off as fast as he could.

Suddenly, blood rushed in your ears, and your face felt hot. Your knees were weak, you grabbed at the wall, trying to stop yourself from falling.

Luckily, Matt grabbed you under your arm and helps you steady yourself. “Woah! Holy fuck, Y/n. You okay?”

“I-It must be my iron deficiency. I’m good.” You reassured Matt, giving him a shaky smile.

But your heart continued to pound. You couldn’t help but feel like you’d disrespected something by the extra light coming on, and it had taken its anger out on you.

You’d already broken one of the rules, and you were only 20 minutes in.

When you reached Colby’s old bathroom, you climbed in the bathtub and sat criss-crossed with your candle in your lap. Matt laughed.

“It looks like you’re trying to summon something.”

“Isn’t that the goal of this ritual?” You smiled at him.

“Fair point.” He hoisted himself onto the countertop as the other four boys filed in. Nick and Chris stood by the door, and Sam and Colby sat on the counter opposite Matt.

You stared at the flame in your candle. Flickering, causing shadows to dance on the wall. Warm, hot… something in your gut told you to touch it. No, don’t do that. But it looked so inviting—

Nick snapped you out of your thoughts. “Y/n? Are you okay? You’re pale.” He studied your face. “You need some water? A mint?”

The boys were all staring at you. “What? Oh, I’m fine. Sorry.” You flushed at the attention, yours eyes instantly finding Matt’s. He was frowning. You knew he could tell you were lying.

After a few minutes of jokes and hushed conversation with nothing eventful happening, Sam and Chris headed downstairs to change out the camera battery. Matt took that as a sign to come sit next to you in the tub.

“What’s going on? You keep spacing out a bunch. I know it’s not just your iron levels. Do you feel something?”

You contemplated whether to tell him. You didn’t exactly know what you were feeling, but it scared you. You opened your mouth to explain, but suddenly there was a loud knocking sound.

You jumped and turned to Matt, whose hand found your knee. Colby straightened up and called out. “Sam? Chris?”

No response.

You suddenly stood up, as if your legs were guiding you. “I’ll go check on them.”

Matt followed suite. “I’m coming with.”

“No you’re not, it’s fine.”

“What if your candle goes out?”

“I have a match.”

“Y/n.”

“Matt.”

Nick looked between the two of you before commenting, “Matt, let her go, it’s fine. You know she’s more spiritually inclined than the rest of us. She can handle herself. Plus, it makes good footage for the video.”

You nodded at Nick and mouthed a “thank you” before stepping into the hallway.

You pulled out your phone to record, thinking that YouTube would probably want to see footage of you walking alone in a creepy, demon infested house. Because that’s what got views.

You slowly walked over to the staircase and began to descend, phone in one hand, candle in the other. “Sam? Chris?” You called out, creeping down each stair ever so carefully.

A shadow darted across the room below. You almost screamed, but before you could, you tripped, sending you flailing down the stairs.

You landed at the bottom, dazed. You lifted your head, your vision blurry. You were breathing heavily.

Your candle had gone out.

“Fuck.”

It had already been ten seconds.

“Fuck!”

Cold fear hardened in your lungs and each breath of air became a burden as your eyes pricked with tears. Then you heard a voice say your name.

“Chris?” You looked around, swearing it was Chris’s soft voice that had spoken your name. But he was nowhere to be seen. You hugged your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth for what seemed like hours before—

Sam and Chris emerged from the shadows.

“Y/n? What the fuck happened? Are you okay?”

“Your candle!”

You looked up at Chris, your eyes full of childlike tears. He took your hand and helped you up, pulling you into a hug. He grabbed your phone off the floor and hit the red button, stopping the video you had been taking.

“Hey, you’re alright. It’s okay.”

Sam stood frozen behind him.

“I’m so sorry. This was just supposed to be fun. I didn’t mean to put you guys in danger at all but now…”

“He’s coming for me.” Slipped out of your mouth, finishing Sam’s sentence. “It’s okay, Sam. It’s not your fault.” Chris pulled back, hands on your shoulders, and looked at you, face full of concern.

“What? Y/n— did you hit your head?”

“The candle was out for more than ten seconds.”

Chris’s eyes widened in realization.

“We have to continue with the ritual. It’s okay, we can burn sage, or some shit, for me later. But for now, we have to keep going. Or he’s going to get angry.”

Sam looked worried. “But—“

“Listen, I can feel his energy. He’s getting more frustrated by the second. We have to continue investigating.”

Sam and Chris looked at each other. Chris nodded hesitantly.

“If she says she’s okay, then she’s okay.” He clarified. Sam nodded back.

You were most definitely not okay. But you had to do the ritual. Or else, he would be angry.

“If you say so… um, here.” Sam thrust a rosary into your hand. “I don’t know if your religious but…”

You swallowed and slipped the rosary into your pocket. “I better become it. Or this Midnight Man is going to possess the hell out of me.”

another part coming soon!

a/n: i’m not even catholic but i carry a rosary that was blessed by a priest when i go ghost hunting bc i don’t wanna get fucking possessed so anyway i hope that didn’t offend anyone

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