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My name is Charlotte Everett. I am a nun from St. Claudia San Carta.
This is my story...
It was a stormy night, and everyone in St. Claudia San Carta was asleep. I sat at the edge of my bed, taking my vow of silence. Once I had finished, I tucked myself into bed.
For a moment, everything was normal. There was only silence.
Then a blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the abbey, causing me to jolt upright.
I quickly put on my habit and rushed out of my room to see what had happened.
Descending the long staircase, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.
One of my fellow nuns lay sprawled across the floor. A large gash had been carved into her chest.
Gasping in shock, I covered my mouth, afraid that whoever had done this might still be nearby. I cautiously stepped closer.
She wasn't breathing.
Her eyes were frozen wide with terror.
Only one thought filled my mind:
Who could have done such a thing?
Before I could process what I was seeing, a deafening clap of thunder shook the abbey.
The lights immediately went out.
I held my breath and listened carefully as darkness swallowed everything around me.
Trying to remember the layout of the abbey, I hurried toward what I believed was the east wing, where the supply closet was located. My heart pounded with every step. My mind raced with endless possibilities, each more horrifying than the last.
But one thing was certain.
I had to get out of here.
When I finally found the supply closet, a sigh of relief escaped my lips.
I opened the door.
The abbey's janitor hung from the ceiling, his body grotesquely mutilated.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.
A scream echoed through the room.
Only when I ran out of breath did I realize the scream had come from me.
Trembling, I clamped a hand over my mouth. Fighting back panic, I stepped into the closet, carefully avoiding the janitor's corpse as I searched through the supplies.
That's when I found what I needed: a flashlight and a hammer for defense.
I glanced at the janitor's body before taking a deep breath and searching through his pockets. In one of them, I found a ring of keys to the entire abbey. Relief washed over me when I realized they were still there.
I switched on the flashlight and made my way toward the far end of the abbey, hoping to reach the exit. My footsteps echoed loudly as I ran, as if my life depended on it.
I managed to reach the far end of the abbey, only to gasp when a door to my left—leading to the servants' quarters—burst open.
A woman tumbled out.
An axe was embedded in her head.
I dared not scream as I backed away in terror. Hiding behind a statue of Saint Mary, I watched in horror as one of the choir boys emerged from the servants' quarters, covered in blood.
He stood over the dead servant with a cruel, unmoving smile.
That smile...
It was a smile born from the devil himself.
He gripped the axe tightly before wrenching it free from the poor woman's body.
I could not believe my eyes.
It was Matías.
I knew him, along with his twin brother Enrique. Both had always been loyal followers of the Lord, using their voices to bring light and comfort to the abbey.
I thought he hadn't seen me.
I was a fool.
I had forgotten to turn off my flashlight.
The beam exposed me instantly.
Matías slowly turned in my direction.
That smile.
That horrible, sinister smile.
I ran.
His voice echoed throughout the abbey, singing that blasted hymn.
Everywhere I went, I saw the bodies of fellow nuns left bloodied and mutilated, as though they had been nothing more than animals led to slaughter.
When I finally reached the exit, I desperately tried to force the doors open.
They would not budge.
"The door is locked, Sister Charlotte. Only Father Gustave has the key to salvation."
Matías's voice came from behind me, making my blood run cold.
I turned and saw him standing only a few feet away, gripping the axe with both hands.
Then he charged.
Still singing his terrible hymn.
I threw myself aside just as the axe came down and sprinted toward the chapel.
There I found Father Gustave.
His hands had been nailed to a cross.
His severed head rested upon the altar, which was stained with blood.
The sight stole the scream from my throat.
I fell to my knees, unable to comprehend what I was seeing.
Then I remembered Matías's words.
Father Gustave has the key to salvation.
I searched through the priest's robes and found nothing.
Was Matías lying to me?
No.
He had to be telling the truth.
Then realization struck.
This was a game.
A sick and twisted game.
My eyes drifted toward Father Gustave's severed head.
With trembling hands, I picked it up.
My stomach churned at what I was about to do.
"Father, forgive me for this sin..."
Slowly, I forced the mouth open.
There, hidden inside, was the key.
A brief moment of triumph filled me.
Then the chapel doors creaked open.
A familiar voice called out.
"Sister Charlotte... are you in here?"
Enrique.
For a moment, relief flooded through me. Someone else had survived.
Then I remembered who his brother was.
Though I wanted to believe Enrique knew nothing of Matías's actions, I could not take that chance.
I hid beneath the pews and listened as footsteps slowly approached.
I held my breath as best I could.
The footsteps drew closer and closer until I could see Enrique's steel-toed shoes.
"Sister... Charlotte."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
Then something rolled across the floor and stopped near his feet.
A severed head.
Another nun.
Her eyes had been gouged out, and her tongue had been ripped from her mouth, though it still hung grotesquely from her jaw.
I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
For a moment, Enrique stood perfectly still.
Then he walked away.
A sigh of relief escaped my lips.
I was foolish enough to think he had left.
A sacrificial blade suddenly pierced through the pew inches from my head.
I rolled behind another pew.
The blade stabbed through again.
And again.
Enrique climbed over the pews, relentlessly driving the knife downward as he hunted me.
When I finally reached the chapel doors, I burst outside, locked them behind me with the janitor's key, and raced toward the abbey's main entrance.
Surprisingly, Matías was nowhere to be seen.
I hurried to the front doors and began fumbling with the keys.
My hands were slick with blood from holding Father Gustave's head.
I dropped key after key in my panic.
Then I heard it.
The hymn.
The singing was getting closer.
Closer and closer.
I turned.
Matías stood there with his twisted devil's smile, a blood-soaked axe in his hands.
Beside him was Enrique, his face solemn and emotionless, clutching a sacrificial dagger.
Together, they sang:
"Tempus est perpetuum
mors semper certa est
Profunda eius numquam deficiunt
Mare est vocatio nostra
Bathsheba, domina profundi
Dea Deliriorum, duc nos ad salutem."
I turned back to the door, found the correct key, and finally unlocked it.
Throwing the doors open, I fled into the storm.
I ran.
And somehow...
I survived.
I was later found wandering along the beach, my habit torn and shredded from the long journey.
I told the police everything I knew.
They were baffled.
They claimed they had never heard of St. Claudia San Carta and assumed I had lost my mind.
I wanted nothing more than to avoid that place forever.
Yet, against my better judgment, I agreed to show them where the abbey stood.
When we arrived, I was met with something even more horrifying than the massacre itself.
The abbey was gone.
Completely gone.
How could an entire abbey simply vanish from the face of the earth?
The police brought me to a hospital, where I remained under constant observation.
They insisted that everything I had experienced was a delusion.
According to them, the abbey had ceased to exist long ago after a tragic event that occurred decades earlier.
But I knew better.
I knew what I had seen.
The massacre was real.
The people who died there were real.
No matter what anyone said, I could never believe otherwise.
After months of arguments with doctors and investigators alike, I finally left that small town by the river.
There were too many memories there.
Too much death.
Too much horror.
I vowed never to return.
The only comfort I have ever taken from those events is that I survived.
In the end, I will never return to Sovereign Bay.
