Arkham was a small town in Massachusetts, established in the early eighteenth century. It was rather small but had a well-known university (Miskatonic University) and a weirdly high number of churches, the most famous of which, Arkham's Cathedral was exactly the same as the one Carla had saw in her dreams. Only not completely destroyed.
Carla knew that the nightmare she had wasn't just a simple dream, but actually meant something more, and found the confirmation to her thought after she looked up Arkham on the internet.
The next day she was on an early flight to Boston, with a just a change of clothes and some money.
Arkham was two hours of driving away from the city, so Carla rented a car, an SUV, and drove there.
When Carla got in front of the cathedral a shiver ran down her spine, and she felt exactly like she had in her dream, scared and excited. When she crossed the threshold she started trembling in anticipation, knowing that something was going to happen soon, something big.
Inside there were just a few tourists, and an old priest kneeling in front of the stone altar.
She sat on one of the wooden benches, waiting.
After a few minutes the priest stopped praying and got to his feet. He turned around and faced Carla. She looked into the man's eyes and she knew what to do. The priest gave her a little nod, and stepped into a room on the left, leaving the door ajar. Carla got up and walked there, opened the door and entered. The priest was waiting silently for her in the small, poorly lit room. When She closed the door behind her he started walking towards another door. He took an old key from his robes and opened it, leading Carla through a long corridor that ended up in a big room with several doors on each wall. The priest, without saying any word at all pointed at the second door on the front, the only one that had some light peeking from under it, then took a long knife out of his robes, and handed it to her. She took it and examined it. The blade was dark red, and looked incredibly old, but also incredibly sharp, way sharper than any blade a human cold sharpen. The grip was wrapped in black leather and ended with a ruby as big as a child's fist. Or a child's heart.
Carla opened the door with her left hand, holding tightly the knife with the right one. The room empty, and quite small. There were only a bed, an armchair, a wardrobe and a bedside table with a reading lamp on it. There was a door on the left, slightly open, and the sound of running water came from it. Carla, as if she knew exactly what to do without really knowing it, hid the knife under the bed, then undressed completely.
The priest came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel around his hips. He was in his late forties, a little overweight, average looking. He gaped, seeing that beautiful woman completely naked standing in the middle of his room. His first instinct was to shout at that impure woman, to drive he out of his room, but as he looked into her eyes he was completely overcame by desire. It was something that had never happened to him. He had many temptations in his life as a clergyman, but he had managed to overcame all of them in the name of God. But now he felt The Lord pushing him towards the woman. He grabbed her with violence by the arm and threw her rudely on the bed, using a strength not of his own. He tossed the robe to the ground, baring his turgid cock, then followed Carla on the bed. He propped open the woman's legs and forced himself into her. Clara screamed out of pain, as she felt hot blood pouring copiously out of her sex. The man didn't even seem to notice, he started thrusting with brute force, a beastly grin painted on his face, he was almost growling, showing his teeth to the woman, that was now crying. The movement of the man's hips started going faster and faster as he descended upon her. He bit her nipple hard, making Carla cry out loud, then moved up and kissed her and bit her lower lip, making it bleed. Carla, still laying on her back with the rampaging priest on top of her, stretched her arm and picked up the knife from under the bed.
When she got hold of it she raised it and brought it down in the back of the man, once, twice, ten times, until the priest stopped moving, still inside her. He died releasing his semen inside of her and she came as her knife struck the man's back.
Carla threw the body off of her and entered in the bathroom to take a shower and clean off the blood that covered her whole body. She came out of it and put back on her clothes, then exited the room and gave the knife to the priest waiting outside.
The man conducted her outside, she got back on her car and drove to Boston, where she caught the earliest flight to Los Santos. She was back home before dusk.
On the way back she kept thinking back to what she had done, and most importantly to why she had done it, and shy she knew what to do without no one instructing her. Another strange thing that she observed was the way the old priest had reacted to her naked body. He was taken over by animal lust that he couldn't possibly control. He seemed possessed.
Another weird thing she had noticed was that after she had murdered the man she had felt something leave him, like his soul or something. But it hadn't just left him, she had sensed it moving around the room, and then enter inside of her. She had felt the presence of the man she had killed inside of her, and while she rested in her seat on the plane back home she had started recollecting memories that weren't hers. The priest's memories.
It had started with bits and pieces, some images, a few faces, but then it got clearer. The priest had been called Warren Thompson, he was born in New Jersey in 1965 from a poor family, he had moved to Boston when he reached the major age and took the vows shortly after. The rest of the memories were all in from the Arkham Cathedral, and incredibly boring.
But aside from the memories Carla absorbed something else. His strength. Not his physical strength, but his spiritual. She somehow felt his presence inside, a power that wasn't there anymore. But a power she didn't know how to use.