Young Freddy loved everything about St Swithens. The games, the stories Reverend Upjohn told and the mysteries that lay behind the locked doors. When he turned nine he learned first hand from Upjohn of the vileness behind the locked doors.
His parents noticed a change in Freddy. No longer an outgoing, smiling, joking boy who loved the church.
Normally polite, and responsive, he refused to answer any questions when asked if anything was wrong. For years, his bedroom, door closed, became his refuge. Sundays became a major drama complete with tantrums, wailing and cowering on the way to St Swithens. During his teens, this strange behaviour was dismissed as hormonal changes.
On his 20th birthday, a Saturday, he went alone to St Swithens after telling his parents he was camping with friends.
Freddy never came home.
On Sunday morning when St Swithens was opened Reverend Upjohn was found naked and hacked to death behind the altar. Freddy was dead, hanged behind a closed door.
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This is my 164 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and 100-150 words give or take 25, with which to write our story.
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