A gust of wind chills the room, and the sky goes dark. Raindrops rattle down from the sky, clear a moment ago. Thunder clatters in the distance and then, suddenly, the storm is upon us. Just as suddenly, it stops and the sky clears.
The dog upstairs howls. A loud thump comes from the ceiling, and a forlorn scratching sound. Here, downstairs, the closet door swings open.
If this were a horror movie, I would step over and close it again.
But I wasn’t born yesterday.
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Is there a mirror on the door so that when it’s shut you can see the doorway behind you? Otherwise you may be safe.