The Hell Mouth in my building

The trash chute in my building scares the ever-lovin' crap out of me. Normally, I fear any holes in walls or floors that are so deep and black that you can't see the other side of the wall or the bottom of the pit. And if the hole/pit gives off a chilly wind...boy howdy...I can't get away from it fast enough. I can't sleep in a place where one of these holes exists...cause God only knows what the hell is going to climb out of the holes when you're not looking. It may be the undead...it may be gigantic cockroaches...nothing good EVER crawls out of these types of holes. Think about it, have you ever heard of ponies or bags of money crawling out of a hole like this? Fuck no! Anyway, whenever I stumble on one of these holes/pits, I consider it a Hell Mouth, and I stay the fuck away from it. This usually isn't problematic, but this fear of mine has come to include the trash shoot at my apartment building. It's always given me the willies, but lately it's bugged me even more. To get to the trash chute, there's this doorway in the hall of my floor called "Disposal Room" (I suppose we also call the garage a "car-hold"). When you open the door, you are now in the beast's liar...and the hair on the back of your neck will stand up. The room is about the size of a walk-in closet, and the shoot door is the furthest thing in the room from the door. They've also rigged the light switch to go on when anyone walks in the room...but sometimes it doesn't work....so I can't go in there. So, assuming the light is on, you walk over to the shoot door with your refuse, and when you open the chute door, gird your loins, cause you're about to witness the unholy. This trash chute smells like what I imagine a forsaken child's tears must smell like...and it is completely and utterly pitch-black. I mean...completely black...not from paint, or goo from other people's trash...black from evil. And even though the chute is only big enough to accommodate a small-sized trash bag...I still get scared that I might fall in. And if I fell down into the trash chute, I would try to swallow my tongue so I could die before I hit the ground and had to face whatever dwells within it. That thing scares me...a lot. Maybe I can steal some holy water and carry it with me when I need to take out the trash.