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Chapter 5

The Ballroom

Patrolling the entire area around the dance hall was a new adventure for us, albeit a boring task. The four sides were flat blank walls rising up maybe thirty feet or so. We were kids, so everything was exaggerated until we grew into adulthood and really got a grasp of the proper perspective. For now, though, we were walking around the Lincoln Memorial, or so it seemed.

The west side of the building held the windows, and the south side had the entrance doors and ticket window. Not much to see at all. It was a big block of cheese sitting there. We stood at the entrance doors, each of us handling the thick chain and padlock that were securing the double doors. Maybe today would be the day that the lock would just plop open for us, and we could gain entrance. Each one of us, over the course of years, had occasion to jangle the chain as we passed the building on the way home from school. It would never open, of course. Why today would be any different is anyone’s guess.

The cars were whizzing by right next to us, and it seemed unusually that the street was so near to the doors. I guess the widening of the street came later, and they grabbed up any and all available space. Well, we all walked back around to the west side to see what we could make of the windows and how we would get inside. This was a thought none of us had ever had before, and like I said, this building was of no interest ever before. Now it had piqued our interest, and we were gonna go in for the kill.

It was evident that we needed a ladder to gain access. So off to our respective houses to gather the materials and tools for the job.

We were now a driven bunch, and nothing was going to stop us.

Nails, scrap lumber, and tools were gathered up for the next day’s project as we called it a day and went to our separate homes.

Demon Dancer

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