Every floor is a sacrament. Every room is a ritual. Every soul is a sacrifice.
The Boarding House
Built in 1866, the structure was originally a Catholic boarding house for clergy assigned to the growing settlement near the lake. It offered shelter for missionaries, nuns, and those tending to the spiritual care of the afflicted community. But as the water's curse spread, it wasn't just disease that plagued the people...it was possession. Whispers in Latin. Speaking in tongues. Faces that didn't belong to the voice behind them. The clergy believed they were witnessing true demonic infestation and took it upon themselves to help. They converted the house into a makeshift asylum, a place for "the spiritually corrupted."
The Exorcism Rooms
They built exorcism chambers, padded cells beneath prayer halls, confession booths that whispered back. The afflicted were chained to beds. Holy water boiled. Day and night, the halls echoed with prayers (and screams). They weren't wrong about the evil, but they underestimated it. One by one, the clergy themselves began to unravel: visions, stigmata, and voices inside the walls. Some began performing rituals no longer found in scripture. Others were never seen again...except as silhouettes in chapel windows long boarded shut.
The Fall
There was no final exorcism. No grand cleansing. Just silence. Whatever remained in the house turned the crosses upside-down...and locked the doors from the inside. Now it stands empty. But the house is not abandoned. It is occupied by the thing they failed to contain. Some say it's no longer a house at all. It's a mouth. And it's still hungry for souls who try to save what cannot be saved.
Have you prayed today?