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It was October 5, 2001. Autumn begins to take over Hilo, Hawaiʻi, bringing darker days and a sky heavy with thick, gray clouds. The mountains disappear behind the mist, as though the island itself is retreating into shadow.
But in a parallel world just beyond our own, the darkness means something entirely different. There, the ghosts are celebrating, their presence growing stronger with every passing shadow. It is as though the fading light has awakened something within them.
The door of the girls' restroom burst open at an elementary school. Five girls tumbled into the walkway in a heap of sneakers, braids, and wide eyes.
"GHOSTS!"
"THE GHOSTS ARE HANGING FROM THE WALLS!"
Commander Grigoriy deployed an emergency team to scan the restrooms for any signs of suspicious activity. They found no one inside or anywhere nearby.
Soon after, the Portuguese Guy and the principal came hurrying down the walkway to investigate. They peeked into the restroom, saw nothing but sinks and stalls.
One of the girls was so shaken by what had happened that she had to leave early and go home.
By the time the last bell rang, every student in the school had heard the news: "The girls' restroom is haunted."
As the Portuguese Guy cleaned the restroom, he quietly rebuked the evil spirits, his words barely audible beneath the steady sounds of his work.
When the school was dark and his cart had rattled away, the Grigoriy Clan investigated the restroom.
The restroom door was shut, but there was a gap beneath it just wide enough for a mouse. Commander Grigoriy and Observer Grigoriy squeezed through and stood very still in the dark.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The room smelled of soap and floor cleaner. Moonlight spilled through the frosted window and painted a pale square on the tile.
They found no evidence of anything hanging from the walls. However, they did experience a sudden drop in temperature in a particular area, and the water unexpectedly turned off on its own.
The Grigoriy Clan was all too familiar with demonic spirits. After leaving the restroom, they gathered together and consulted their Bibles, searching for guidance.
To their surprise, Prayer Warrior Tserkov, a fellow believer from their hometown of Yasny in Orenburg Oblast, Russia, had arrived in Hawaii that very Sunday.
“HOW DID YOU REACH HAWAII?!” Commander Grigoriy asked. “DID A MEMBER OF THE GRIGORIY CLAN ESCORT YOU?!”
Prayer Warrior Tserkov calmly shook his head.
“The Lord, and only the Lord, guided me here,” he replied. “He provided me with a safe passage to Hawaii and led me to this school for a purpose: to protect it from the demonic spirits.”
Despite the exhausting journey and the long trip across Russia and the Pacific, Prayer Warrior Tserkov did not stop to rest. The moment he arrived, he believed he had a duty to fulfill.
He went straight to the haunted restroom, where the air seemed unusually cold and still. Without hesitation, he bowed his head and began to pray.
His voice was quiet but steady as he called upon the Lord for protection, strength, and deliverance. With every prayer, he rebuked the evil spirits believed to haunt the restroom, refusing to be intimidated by the darkness surrounding him.
For Prayer Warrior Tserkov, the long journey from Russia was insignificant compared with what he believed was his mission. He had come to Hawaii to do the Lord’s work.
Аминь.