My name is John Brown and I have a very special gift (or curse depending on the way you see it), I can see spirits. At the tender age of seven my father found out about my gift after he found talking to my mom. To be honest I think he thought I was crazy as my mother died when I was three, eventually though he decided enough was enough and took me to an old historic church where he worked and spoke with the head priest Father Andrew. He unquestionably agreed to teach me the ancient art of exorcism as my gift could attract some unwanted guests. No one wanted a volatile situation. Now 10 years down the line Father Andrew received a call from an old friend in Japan informing him about some paranormal activity happening in an abandoned church which was due to be brought back to life. I was the obvious choice as it was seemingly a simple church blessing and I was the only one who could speak Japanese fluently (well so could Father Andrew but he was too busy to leave). Well little did anyone know that this would be one hellish encounter.
The day I was scheduled to leave for Japan a nun approached me and conveyed the message that Father Andrew asked to speak with me privately. I walked in complete silence the only noise being my leather shoes tapping on the hardwood floor and the occasional laughter of children floating through the corridors. No lights were needed in this corridor during the day as the enormous stain glass windows with their cryptic stories and god's love illuminated the stretched-out corridor. Outside you could see the magnificent Australian country side in all its glory flaunting its beauty for all to see. My pleasant walk was interrupted as I noticed the grand oak door inches away from me, the polished plaque read 'Head Priest' well I was here now and If I know Father Andrew correctly he will be waiting for a little knock. My fist gently tapped the door four times, each resounded with a shallow thump. After years of his ears being trained to pick up my barely audible knocks and he had owl like sound perception. "Come in Father Brown" his deep voice muffled by the heavy door. I did as I was told though I did so timidly and stepped over the threshold into the peaceful atmosphere of Father Andrew's large office. Father Andrew motioned at the small red chair in front of the oak desk he currently faced. The seat was heavenly it was like you could sink down into another world of happiness. Father Andrew suddenly spoke, his voice bellowed "Father Brown are you excited for today, I mean I know it's only a simple case but still?" his eyes shone with pride and love just like a father whose kid had won an award. Was I excited? I mean don't get me wrong I'm going to Japan but still I have a fear of Planes so spending 9 hours and 35 minutes on one will be horrible. I sighed "Father Andrew I am thrilled about going to Japan but I have never been on a plane for that long and by myself as well" I admitted to him expecting to see disappointment but it never came, he only looked at me with pride. "John everyone will be praying for you and if it makes you feel better I will lend you my sacred bible so you can continue your studies. Also, I want you to have this…" he paused to take of a thick chained silver cross from around his neck "this will protect you from harm now go and start your journey" I thanked him as he handed over his bible and placed the cross around my neck. We shared a quick prayer as a final goodbye for I would be gone for 2 months.
I arrived at Sydney airport just after 5pm to be greeted by a nice security lady as she checked my bag, shortly after I got through the security terminal I had to do a mad dash to the plane, my luggage was taken care of the day before so all I had was my backpack. I luckily made it on the plane profusely apologising to the flight attendant who was more than happy that he managed to arrive just as the doors were closing. This is where my Journey starts.
