Sinful Man. Part 10

"Your teachers sure weren't happy about you not coming in. You were supposed to be back for class yesterday. Did things back home take longer than expected?"

Father Hauser was in his office, pouring a cup of tea for a student. He was a senior, taller and more muscular than others in his grade, and while he had high grades, he was often punished for his disregard of dress code and proper appearance. His long hair was unkempt, his shirt a mess, and he had a bandana around his head. He took the cup of tea but sat it down on the table beside him.

"Not exactly, I just didn't quite feel comfortable coming back to school. I still don't feel comfortable here."

"What do you mean?"

"Father, has ... has anything strange been going on?"

"Such as... ?"

"I'm not sure, but when I came here yesterday ... something felt wrong to me. I stood at the entrance to the campus and I had the feeling that I had to turn around and leave."

Sitting behind his desk, Father Haus