Ash Wednesday (Holiday Horrors, #4) by C. Dennis Moore by C. Dennis Moore - Read Online



Ash Wednesday is a day of fasting for the faithful when they receive the sign of the cross in an effort to bring others to the church.

But when 14-year-old Mary Western received the sign, something happened and she was suddenly seeing a series of grisly murders from the perspective of a violent killer. 

In desperation, Mary turned to the church, insistent she’d been possessed by a demon.  Can a visiting priest at St. Michael’s help save Mary’s soul?  In Angel Hill, nothing is certain.

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Holiday Horror 4


Mary Western knelt before the visiting priest, whose name she couldn’t remember, and accepted the sign of the cross on her forehead, drawn with the ashes of the previous year’s palm fronds, as was the custom.

Repent, and believe the Gospel, he said, as was also custom.

She nodded, then got up and returned to her seat where her brother, Kyle, was already rubbing at the marks.

You’re not supposed to do that, Mary whispered.

Why not?

You leave them on until they come off on their own.

I’m not walking around with dirt on my face for the next week, Kyle said.

It’s not dirt! Mary chided.  It’s a sacramental.  You leave it on to help guide nonbelievers to the Church.

Kyle stopped rubbing and looked at his hand which was now smeared in grey.

I don’t know about you, he said, but someone showing up with dirt on their face isn’t going to make me want to go to their church.

Mary sighed and shook her head.  Kyle was seventeen and always right and there was nothing she or their parents could say to him to prove otherwise.

At least use a paper towel or something, she said.

Sure, he said, you got one?

She didn’t.  He licked his fingertips, then wiped at his forehead again and asked, Did I get it all?

Mary looked, then nodded and said, I guess.

Not you guess.  Did I get it or not?  I’m going over to Gina’s after.

You got it, she said, giving him a closer look.

If you’re lying and I show up at Gina’s with mud on my forehead, I’m gonna punch you when I get home.

You can always check the mirror, she said.  They have a bathroom here, you know.

Don’t think I won’t.

Shh! she finally said, I’m trying to hear.

Kyle turned away and grumbled, but Mary didn’t care.  She didn’t come to church to fight with her brother; she could do that at home.  And she had heard some of the other members talking about this priest before service.  Talk around school that day was that he was really good.

The truth of that soon showed itself as Mary found herself so lost in the sound of the priest’s voice that she saw the scene he was relating, a story about a death in his home parish, as if she had been there.  A woman had been walking alone at