Filled with a sudden sense of purpose and adventure, I sprung up from my seat. I found myself filled with curiosity concerning what strange visions might now lie just on the other side of that door.<\/p>\n
“Whatever is the matter, dear?” was the question from my perplexed bride.<\/p>\n
“I have a sudden urge,” I replied, “to open the front door.”<\/p>\n
Was it merely my imagination, or did her lovely features distort and take on an oddly demonic aspect, for just a moment? Surely it was merely my overwrought imagination at work, for in another moment I perceived that all was as it had been — my beloved’s usual cheerful countenance and demeanor had been fully restored.<\/p>\n
“There is no need,” she admonished. “It is cozy right here, is it not? Just the two of us alone, with all the time in the world together.”<\/p>\n
At those words I felt an odd sense of foreboding, as though some terrible thought were trying to intrude upon my brain, hovering just barely beyond conscious reach. “I think,” I replied slowly, “that it would be pleasant to have a bit of air.”<\/p>\n
Before she could object, I had walked over to the unopened door, and on an impulse had flung the bolt and stepped through the portal. Once outside, I looked around me in some surprise.<\/p>\n
The scene before me was precisely as it had been when I had first approached the house. For some reason, this was not at all what I had expected. As I peered around, examining my surroundings, I felt a rush of air, and could hear the door slam shut behind me.<\/p>\n
“Ah!” I replied, “it must be the wind.” I turned around and tried the doorknob, but the door would not move — not even an inch.<\/p>\n
I was rather more amused than concerned at this sudden development. For now I knew something I had not known before — the way back in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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