The Last Door
Her house had seven doors—doors to three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a storage room, and a mini-library. And he watched her through all those seven doors. In her bedroom, he watched her sleep. In her younger sister’s bedroom, he watched her talk to her sister and sometimes sleep beside her. In her parents’ bedroom, he watched her converse with them. In the mini-library, he watched her read her books and admired her shelves filled with wonderful books that opened portals to amazing worlds, and in the storage room, he watched her keep and organize things. It was love at first sight—ever since he saw her at her old relative’s interment. His agony started a few months ago when he heard her talking to her parents. “I feel like someone or something is haunting me,” she told them. “It’s standing by the door of my bedroom, watching me, I can’t see it, but I can feel it.” They consulted a spirit medium. ...