Closing the journal, he turned around to place it among the other books that rested on the shelf behind him. Perhaps this was the tool that those who owned the building before his family did hung around in. Perhaps this room was used for more evil and sinister things; things that he needed to destroy.<br/><br/>Issac jumped nearly two foot in the air when another person spoke, causing him to drop the journal. “Oh, sheesh son...you scared me.” He chuckled, assuming the other was younger and human. “You shouldn’t joke around like that here. This is holy ground, Ya...yama..I’m sorry, what was your name again?” He questioned. “And how did you get in? I locked the doors.” Issac frowned.<br/><br/>Pursing his lips, the pastor studied the other. Summoning spell? Demon? Highly unlikely. Demons were not allowed to step on holy ground. Not to mention that he would never summon such an abomination to his place of worship.