vast hell

The sound of children's joyful laughter filled the church as they raced one another to the main doors of the church when they saw a black car slowly park in the front. The children lined up in a straight line against the wall in front of the church and greeted the visitors of the day. The driver quickly got out of the car and opened the passenger seat door for the elegant lady to step out. The priest greeted the lady with a hug and welcomed her to the orphanage. She looked at the children and noticed that they all had big smiles on, each and every one of them. It almost remined her of joker's face.
The inside of the church was filled with holy paintings and the serenity that comforted the lady. The priest guided her to the dinning table and called in the children for lunch. The children were all too well behaved for their age. They were careful with their plates and did not speak unless the priest have them permission to speak. Accidentally one of the children dropped his fork. He slowly looked up at the priest with frightened eyes. The lady glanced at the priest and caught a twitch in his eyes. The boy asked the priest to be dismissed and left the table. Everyone was quiet and no one made a sound. Lightly tapping the plate with his fork, the priest asked everyone to enjoy the meal with a cheerful tone.
The next day the boy was never seen again and non of the children seemed to notice it as they played in the field. The priest came towards the lady and asked her if she had made up her mind about which child to adopt. The lady said she needed one more day.
That night the lady wanted to find the bed chamber of the children so she walked though the hall looking for their room. She found neither their bed chamber nor traces of the children, but she spotted the priest opening a chained up door at the end of the hall. The lady curiously walked towards the door and looked inside. There she found the boy who had dropped his fork lying on the floor. He did not move as the priest stood over his body and checked for his pulse.
The next day the lady left early in the morning without telling anyone that she was leaving. As she drove away she looked back to see the vast hell that the children were living in one last time.