The door slammed shut to a heavy gust of wind with the music of glass hitting the wooden floor of the bedroom as Jim was reaching to push the door open. His hand jerked back as it scalded.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed. Could he have been wrong? Was there something up here?

Tentatively, he reached for the doorknob and placed his hand on the cool metal. For a second, he thought he could hear breathing, then all was silent from the room beyond the door.

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A light suddenly bathed the door. In alarm, he faced the women blinded by Marie’s camera. She had turned the light on. He shook the gun at her and growled. “Turn that damn thing off.”

“No.”

Jim closed his eyes and waited for the spots in his vision to clear. When he opened his eyes, he saw Marie had turned to the camera light off again. Thank God for little favors.

He turned the knob to open the door far enough to peek through the crack as his mother crowded closer.