The house of holy hell

A horror thriller

The House Of Holy Hell

By Shawn P Cassidy

They climbed the hill each Sunday

to the church of marble white,

believing every doorway

led them closer to the light.

They dipped their hands in water,

they whispered prayers for grace,

never sensing something watching

from the corners of that place.

The bell rang through the valley,

a sound they knew so well"

yet every toll grew colder,

like a warning none could tell.

For deep inside the chapel,

behind its sacred shell,

the holy had been twisted

into something born of hell.

A presence claimed the altar,

its shadow vast and still,

and every hymn they offered

fed a darker, hidden will.

It murmured ancient curses

in a voice no priest could hear,

and wrapped the faithful’s spirits

in a shroud of creeping fear.

“Oh mighty Satan, ruler

of the dust from which they came,

who walks behind creation

and unravels every name"

Grant these blind believers

your eternal, final breath,

for they kneel before their Savior

while you crown them with your death.”

When the chanting finally ended,

no voices rose to yell.

Only brittle bone and ashes

marked the place where bodies fell.

Now hollow forms wander

where the faithful once would dwell"

the church upon the hillside,

now the House of Holy Hell.

© 2026 Shawn P. Cassidy. All rights reserved

Reviews

[DavidGeo]

You should repost this in october around halloween.

Nice work, you've got the thing.