I was roaming about the campus of my alma mater university. Out of curiousity I entered the chapel next door. Mass was about to start and I didn't want to be rude so I was about to leave. Then I noticed one of my little brother's sitting in a pew with luggage. As i walked to him, more people came in, all of Creole descent with varying skin complexions. There were lines like at a bank that people were hurrying to get into. Apparently the chapel was selling religious icons, momentos and indulgences which people were rushing to buy.
So I made my over to my brother. Apparently he got dragged to mass by a friend before they took their trip out of town. Before I could say anything, the organ started playing signaling the start of mass. As much as I did not want to stay, I didn't want to be rude and just leave abruptly so I sat down. I noticed that instead of a pastor, there was an old Creole lady at the altar. In a clear and resonating voice, she began making a long speech about how to be "good Catholic". I had long since been disillusioned by Catholicism and cut my ties with the church so needless to say I was very uncomfortable and really wanted to leave. However as this speech continued, my clothes started disappearing until I had nothing on but my underwear. Despite how embarrassed I was there was nothing I could do but sit there sheepfully. Strangely, no one (not even my brother sitting next to me) seemed to notice me.
As I contemplated my unclothed state and strategy for escape, I heard a loud guttural moan. It came from a mentally challenged very dark-skinned black girl. She appeared to be in her late teens but was dressed like a little girl. Her hair was in two short pigtails and she wore white frilly Easter Sunday dress. She was making a lot of noise so the old lady asked for someone to bring her up front. Two older men in black suits practically dragged her to the altar. The old woman helped the girl to her feet, offering her a gentle smile. She placed on one bony hand upon the girl's shoulder and other was raised in the air. Suddenly there was a howl echoing throughout the chapel, like the sound of a tornado or hurricane. No one seemed at alarmed by the sound. All at once, strange shapes began to appear and they swirled around the girl. They started taking demonic forms, like something from medieval pictures of Hell. One by one, old lady conjured more floating constantly changing demons which tore at the frightened girl with airy claws. Meanwhile the old crone berated the girl for misbehaving; she was using nightmarish illusions in order to frighten her into behaving thus being a good Catholic.
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