Vertago

The Door

        Alright. I know that old houses creek and are windy. But, this house
    was spooky. It didn't help to have a pendulum clock ticking down the hall.
    Gong! Gong! Gong! On either side on my bedroom were rafter closets.
    I had a door to one of them. The wind was strong under the roof.
    Maybe, that's why the door kept opening. Still, it had a skeleton key lock.
    But, they are known to rattle open.
        I couldn't keep that door shut. You know if you can't find a reasonable
    answer to a situation like this most people will say it was a ghost.
    "I'm going to bed. I have to go to school tomorrow .. Please don't open the door."
    I said to an empty closet and locked the door with my skeleton key.
    The wind always moaned up the rafters and the door rattled all night.
    I'd wake up some mornings to find it open. My dad told me
    he had found a dead baby in this closet, under the floor boards.
    Bong! Bong! Bong!
          "Well, I don't know why you keep opening the door?" I said as I slipped
    out of bed and the door slammed shut. This happened in the morning with
    brilliant shafts of light coming through my gable windows. Ghosts are suppose
    to haunt at night, right? Cause and effect, "Once you have eliminated the impossible;
    whatever is left no matter how improbable is the truth." My hero Sherlock Holmes
    would say. But, I was skeptical or stubborn. So, I conducted an experiment.
    I got a jelly jar from my mother's preserve closet and went down to Saint Peter's Church
    and scooped up some Holy Water. Then, I placed the jar full of blessed water in the
    closet. That night the door stayed shut.
          Coincidence? The jar was placed on shelving to the right of the closet door
    inside the closet. I never moved it. It seemed like a solution. But, it was not scientific.
    "Well, I hope this means your happy." I said into the closet and locked the door.

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