Chapter 40
I agin scrolled up and found the hyperlinked father thompson and loaded this webpage
“Father thompson : the mad minister
Father Thompson spent his whole life in the church from when he was a young boy left in a church one day by his parents. All though efforts were made to find this boy, his parents and his home no one knew where he had come from and the efforts were in vain. After a day and a half of searching the church took him in at a local monastery. He was well liked and quickly climbed the religious ladder when he was old enough. After he became a minister he seemed content and climbed no further. After many years serving the cloth he had a crisis of faith. No one knows what had caused this aside from one day all though not really common practice any more, father Thompson had been asked to perform an exorcism on a small boy who was believed to be housing a demon. The boy died and the father began to question his faith. After many months of not contacting anyone or leaving his room in the monastery for food the other ministers decided to check on him and found him in his room surrounded by bits of paper with different interpretations of bible passages referencing the fall of the morning star and other fallen angels. He was mumbling about fallen angels returning and that if humanity continued this way god would wipe the earth. The other ministers had him admitted to rosewoods mental health asylum where he would spend the rest of his days. To begin with they would sedate and restrain the father as he would often try and use his own blood to write on the walls and would more often than not be found screaming at either patients he believed to be possessed or a vessel of sin. After being institutionalised for many years he was found one night trying to perform an exorcism of the newest patient Jennifer hastings. The wardens arrived just in time after realising these screams all though Jenny were not coming from her room. They arrived just in time as it appeared the father was about to kill the child. No more than a week later they found the father dead in his room it appears he had somehow got hold of a sharp piece of metal and had spent the day scratching different bible quotes and verses into the walls with a strange symbol titled “mark of the fallen” along with more religious rambling and a few passages about how the world was going to be bought to an end. It appears once he had finished this he had then killed himself by gouging his wrists open with the same implement he had used to carve the messages and verses into the walls. All though rosewoods is now abandoned you can visit and see the room where the father had committed his final act.”
As I finished reading these words I felt goosebumps run down my spine. It was at this stage the computer buzzed to let me know I had half an hour left. I jumped a little in my seat which earned a disapproving look from an old woman across from me. I quickly settled myself as I googled the words I had written in my notepad from the dream. The result showed it was a slightly altered bible passage in fact it was one I had written down from the photos of the wall. Isaiah 14 to be precise, i was shaken as i googled the other passages it confirmed what i had already thought after reading about father thompson. They all related to the fall of the morning star and spoke of lucifer and the angels who had turned on god. I grabbed my phone and looked through the photos to see if i could make out anything else and that is where i found the words
“ISAIAH 24 do not ignore the signs the fallen will return to the kingdom of their lord and our world shall perish”
To say I was shocked and shaken was an understatement as I was also going crazy about the dreams I was having and how these words somehow resonated within myself. I was unsure of what to do and spent the last 10 minutes trying to look up other references, however I didn't really have time to read any of them. I had made notes of everything I had found and knew I needed to do more research into this topic even if just to prove to myself that I wasn't going crazy and my dreams had stemmed from unknowingly being influenced by these passages. I let the computer log me off as I gathered my things. I headed to the local stationary section of the corner shop and bought myself some postcards, hopefully these would help me sort my thoughts and keep track of everything.