Stepping back from the altar Candace nearly tripped. Forgetting the sizeable gap in between the floor and the raised altar. Catching herself on a pew she was met with a loud creak. Yet in her hands was some book. Careful to not drop it onto the marbled graveyard. It was heavy though. Each page felt like it was moving or writhing as she clutched it. Yet the dullness of the church around her remain well past it’s lifespan, nothing about it moving except to crumble. Candace retraced her steps. Through the back door by the altar and up the steps to the courtyard. Floor by floor and suddenly Candace is met by a knighted figure, that wasn’t there before. In instant fear Candace ran the other way, back into the heart of the church and back towards the room of worship where she got the book. Setting it back down on a pew she left again. Tiptoeing up the stairs she was just on. Yet whenever she made her way back to where the knight would’ve been it was no longer there. But how? Metal like that would’ve made some seriously clunking. Quickly Candace returned to grab the book once more, yet entering she saw the book was gone.