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| Jumping from the Mausoleum
Janet Kuypers 3/10/16 When I was young I sang at our church, and as a female teen I was a little peeved that I could never become a priest. But as a teenager with nothing to do, one night me and a few friends went to the local cemetery once it got dark, brought along a couple of white sheets. Now, this was a small cemetery in a small town, it didn’t have high fences or gates. So, we just walked into the graveyard at night, and we waited by the mausoleum until we saw a car coming down the long road from a distance. That’s when I’d get on the roof, throw a sheet over my body, and when the car would get closer, just as it was making a turn near the cemetery, that’s when I’d jump to the ground in the darkness. My arms were out; I was covered with a white sheet. And we’d laugh, wondering if they thought they’d seen a ghost. I mean, this is what we’d do for fun, teenagers with nothing to do in the middle of nowhere. But my dad heard what happened, and he asked me the next morning if I knew anything about what happened at the cemetery the night before. I don’t even remember what I answered, but as far as I know, we weren’t doing anything illegal, no one was hurt... And it’s still kind of funny to imagine how those drivers reacted, wondering what they saw when they were driving down a lonely road by a cemetery; did the think they saw a spirit. Ah well, the church didn’t want a female priest. I suppose it’s for the best that the church wasn’t suited for me. I had more fun making people look toward the dead and question what they see. |
