Beyond The Holders
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The Room at the Chapel
When I was young, I saw something I will never forget.
I was at a mass, because I had a catholic friend. I had to go to the bathroom, though. I slipped out, and looked around. I couldn't find it. I went to the first door I could find that didn't lead out or back into the sanctuary. Around the handle was wrapped a rosary. I pulled it off and stuffed it in my pocket, thinking it was cool. Then, I opened the door. Behind it, was nothing but darkness. I fumbled around the walls until I found a switch. Sitting in the dead center of the room was a small child. I looked at her, and, as I was outgoing then, said "Hi." She just tilted her head to the side and smiled. I asked her name. She began to giggle. Then, she opened her mouth. Inside, I could not see teeth, tongue or anything else. It was an abyss. From that evil yawn came a bloodcurdling scream. I blacked out then.
When I woke up, I was back where I had been, in the sanctuary. Nothing had happened. I talked to my friend about it. Nothing. I looked for the door to show him. Nothing. Nothing but sheer wall. I started crying then and there.
When I returned to my mom, I told her my story. She didn't believe me. "Now, why would you make up a story like that?" "But I didn't! Please, please believe me!"
Then, she opened up her mouth and looked me straight in the eye and said, "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, Nah, "Yo holmes! To Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom and I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
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