Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Prayer Journal
Entry Sixty-Three
My holy guidance,
Where have you led me? In my prayers, you brought such a prophecy. A vision in the moonlight and a great speaking in tongues… Is Sister Jezebella a gift, a blessing from you, or is she a snake and demon of temptation? I cannot decipher which.
I write by a small candle now, after my bedside prayers, as I cannot sleep.
Sister Jezebella sleeps nearby and I feel as if my skin is on fire with the remembrance of the…
prayers… she just held with me. Never had I experienced such a receiving of the Holy Spirit.
The touch of god is powerful… the feel of it still moves through me.
Though today in Howl Moor still plays through my thoughts. Perhaps, I thought, you’d laid it on my heart for a purpose.
Sister Jezebella’s eyes were closed in her bed just now, but I broke the late night silence and asked her anyway.
“Sister, today in the forest… where did the blood come from?”
Sister Jezebella shuffled in her sleep, though her eyes remained closed, and I admired her pale complexion as it contrasted with her dark hair in the moonlight. After a moment, she spoke. “Probably a bird or something.”
“Okay.”
When I thought she’d gone to sleep again, she surprised me with a question of her own. “Are you sure you didn’t hear the howling?”
“I didn’t hear anything.” I lied.
Yes, my holy guidance, I lied. I’ve been here two days and I’ve already told so many lies… My sins are stacking up and I’ve yet to give into my temptations to truly touch her myself… well, I did a bit but not close to the way I wanted to.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, the day of their confession.
I must remain firm in my cause.
Will you help me, please?
Let it be so,
Lilith