MicroHorror

The priest stepped into the main hall. His reserved smile reflected his sense of accomplishment. The house was completely blessed. Only a few more flicks of holy water to accompany a prayer and the job would be finished. The Andersons patiently waited outside for his welcoming smile in the doorway.

They entered upon his summons. He assured them the house was in fine order and livable. Mr. Anderson shook the priest’s hand while thanking him. Just before departing the priest was crushed under the weight of the felled chandelier. Two mischievous spirits cackled while swinging from the broken chain above.