Ari walked down the center, his eyes trained to Jesus on the cross. The details of the death on his face, the bones sticking out from skin. There was something else here...the warm light spilled in the stained glass making beautiful patterns on the pews and carpet. His blue eyes caught the shadow from the corner. There in a middle pew to the far right was a girl. Her back was tucked into the corner one arm resting over the side the other tucked under a book in her lap. "Interesting how things are said here. God a man? Alone." She laughed gently and shut the book with her fingers. "If my master be gone then I his holy spirit...and I am a woman." She lifted her head finally her features outlined by the purples and reds of the stained glass behind her. "Leave here...the spirt that haunts this place is of my own creation and there is nothing you can do..Spirit hunter Ari."