We stand on the stone steps of Saint Peter’s Church like an obedient army, waiting.

The main rumor spreading through the crowd today?

The new priest coming from the archdiocese isn't just a replacement—he’s an exorcist, sent to purge whatever dark things lurk around our church at night.

As the leader of the altar girls, I hold the front line with over fifty girls aged eighteen to twenty-three.

We carry pastel bouquets and practiced, saintly smiles. Behind us, the choir members clear their throats, ready to sing the same old welcome hymn.

Further out on the lawn, the townspeople cluster in whispers.

That religious fanatic is also near the courtyard,...