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The Little Door: Another (Allegedly) True Ghost Story
May. 23rd, 2008 | 10:59 am
It’s been a while since I told a ghost story. I heard this one from a young couple I met almost thirty years ago at a party in Louisiana. Obviously I can’t vouch for its truth, but I still think it’s a good story.
They had bought a house a few years before somewhere in New England, exactly the kind of home they’d always dreamed of having, old, picturesque, in a neighborhood of old, picturesque houses. It had two stories, hardwood floors, fireplaces, moldings, a large kitchen. Because the previous owner had lived there for a very long time – had in fact been born and raised there – there were all sorts of artifacts. They’d found stacks of magazines dating back almost a century in the basement, along with an ancient furnace and one of those round-cornered refrigerators from the 1930s. The strangest thing they found, though, was built into the house.
In the kitchen, on the wall facing the covered driveway, was a little door, hinged at the top. It was quite low on the wall, and rectangular, about two feet high and three feet wide. It had plainly not been used for a very, very long time and the hinges were in terrible shape, but once unlatched it could still be pushed, creaking, an inch or two outward, like a flap. Obviously it had once had some practical use – it was just high enough to have been used to load the bed of a pick-up truck – or, given the age of the house, a horse-drawn cart -- pulled up under it on the driveway. After scratching their heads over it, they concluded that it must have been intended as an aid to moving out, perhaps for loading trunks and other luggage before a trip.
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They had bought a house a few years before somewhere in New England, exactly the kind of home they’d always dreamed of having, old, picturesque, in a neighborhood of old, picturesque houses. It had two stories, hardwood floors, fireplaces, moldings, a large kitchen. Because the previous owner had lived there for a very long time – had in fact been born and raised there – there were all sorts of artifacts. They’d found stacks of magazines dating back almost a century in the basement, along with an ancient furnace and one of those round-cornered refrigerators from the 1930s. The strangest thing they found, though, was built into the house.
In the kitchen, on the wall facing the covered driveway, was a little door, hinged at the top. It was quite low on the wall, and rectangular, about two feet high and three feet wide. It had plainly not been used for a very, very long time and the hinges were in terrible shape, but once unlatched it could still be pushed, creaking, an inch or two outward, like a flap. Obviously it had once had some practical use – it was just high enough to have been used to load the bed of a pick-up truck – or, given the age of the house, a horse-drawn cart -- pulled up under it on the driveway. After scratching their heads over it, they concluded that it must have been intended as an aid to moving out, perhaps for loading trunks and other luggage before a trip.
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