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The Old Chapel.

We often used the old Chapel when rainy weather was forecast. The ground floor we left strictly alone up on the balcony there was plenty of room and no one ever climbed the stairs. We made a camp and were usually completely alone in the Chapel. One day I was alone. Tired I dropped off to sleep in our camp, I awoke to the sound of thunder, and flashes of lightning lighted up the old windows the whole room flickered with an eerie light. I heard a few more slates falling down from the already damaged roof. Soon we would have to find another place for our camp.

I suddenly heard a man’s voice cursing the weather. No one came up the stairs and I kept quiet. The slamming of the front door of the Chapel had me hoping that whoever it was that cursed the weather had left the Chapel. It was now quiet even the storm had quietened down just an occasional gust of wind disturbed the quiet of the night. Plucking up all of my courage I ventured down the stairs, another of the large windows had suffered under the storm. I thought to myself they will have to pull the old Chapel down, as it is it will soon fall down especially if we get another storm as bad as this one.

The following morning I met the rest of the gang and told them of my night in the Chapel and the damage done by the storm. Brian’s father was on the council and Brian told us that the Chapel was due to be pulled down at the end of the month.

Now we all had a problem where would we build our new camp and what to do with all of things in the Chapel. We had all kinds of games even a Dartboard and a couple of sets of Darts. It was decided to go back to the Chapel in the evening and take our things to the old cave that was in the woods.

It did not take us long to empty the camp, we left nothing lying around that could give us away. Our next problem was some form of lighting in the cave. I solved this problem at home we had an old oil lamp that used Paraffin and a long wick it was not very bright but it did give us a light.

The cave was ours for about a fortnight. One night as we were playing games, I was playing chess with Jackie Hubert and he was winning, when all of a sudden a Ghost or what we thought was a ghost walked into the cave wailing and its clothes were glistening with a green florescence colour. It screamed words that sounded unlike any English that I had ever heard. I heard myself saying rush at him lads he’s not a ghost. I rushed at him and the other boys and I piled on top of our would be ghost. I stripped the mask off from his face and we pulled the clothes from him. It was as I thought he had covered himself with phosphorescence paint. We chased our Ghost away, hoping that no one else would come to disturb our camp. Brian was wrong about the Council pulling the Chapel down. I think they hoped that it would fall down on its own. That would save the council very much money. To get a firm of contractors to pull it down would be very expensive. It was not long before we took all of our games and things and went back to our old camp in the Chapel. We used the Chapel till we had all left school and started work. Now there is a new Chapel built by the Villagers some five years later. If you find an old deserted Chapel and want to use it be sure that it will not fall down on your heads. A tip from your scribbler Bern.