The Warlock

There is nothing as terrifying as horror on a bright sunny day. It is out of place. It is unimaginable. Evil is alive and well. Demons exist. I know, for I have seen them. I have fought them and they are very real. I had taken a sabbatical at a monastery on a Greek island; and what had started as a holiday, a temporary retreat from the harsh realities of business life, to cleanse the poisonous detritus of city living from my soul, evolved into a nightmare I shall never forget, and I will never be the same again, for the impossible happened, and those things which normal, sane people take to be no more than fantasies, or at worst the sick imaginings of psychotic minds, actually occurred. I was warned by the abbot, but it seemed so unlikely, the product of an overactive imagination that I didn’t take his warning seriously and half a dozen men and women; good, evil and plain misguided are dead because of it. The entity, the frightful fiend that was loosed was no delusion of a sick mind, but a monstrosity summoned from the depths of hell by a psychotic madman and black magician who has been taken into the darkness he sought to control; and if there is justice he will suffer for eternity.