It was midnight when the nun awoke. Slowly, she snuck out, to a broom cupboard, all she could see was a mangled, old chair. As she stared the chair shook and creaked, the nun felt a sharp agony in her head, she keeled back in pain. Seconds later, the nun sat on the chair, and emerged from the cupboard. The air was as cold as snow. In the vast hall two priests chatted, the nun appeared above them. “Bow down to me!” cried the possessed nun. The priests chuckled and used their powers to draw the spirit from the nun.