🔪 Creepypasta Title:They Call me Father NightmareChapter 1: This old abandoned church stands like a forgotten sentinel in the moonlit night, its ancient stones whispering secrets long forgotten. Inside, I sit alone in the dimly lit chapel I use as a studio, my voice echoing in the silence as I prepare to weave another narration of terror. They call me Father Nightmare, a title earned through nearly a century of haunting and dark tales spun into the night. My real name has long been lost to time, my past obscured by a web of perverse violence, vile acts, and arcane knowledge.What I will confirm to you is that in my youth I had been a chaplain in the military, a man of faith who believed in redemption and the power of prayer. But war has a way of stripping away ideals, leaving behind only the stark reality of survival.The night that changed everything is etched in my memory. It was a night when we were encircled and ambushed in a small village, choking on air thick with the stench of smoke, and death, and desperate fear.I remember the panic in the eyes of the young soldiers under my care, looking to me for a miracle as their faces contorted in agony. Their final moments soaked in horrors no human should have to witness. I tried to offer words of comfort, prayers of protection, but they were swallowed by the deafening roar of explosions and gunfire.👉 This Creepypasta was written by Father NightmareSocials:🔪💜🗡️ Discord - https://discord.gg/b8db8bcD🤘- https://www.youtube.com/@Father_Nightmare✖️- https://x.com/FatherNightmare🏴‍☠️- https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61564920398454Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/father-nightmare-s-storytime--6280234/support.

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