Door
The Door My parents, brother and I live in this housing estate where the garage is at the back of the house. We have to use the back door to get to the car. ... We hardly use the front door. ... That door is evil. ... walked through the front door. ... But, I know it was the cursed door. ... My mother had volunteered to drive me there on her way to the supermarket, but I decided to walk there, out of the front door. ... They walked out of the front door. ... They say when God closes a door he opens a window, and it is true. All I do now is watch the rest of the neighborhood through the living room window and make sure that the evil door stays close.