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“Oh, I had my husband remove it from the door
frame,” she announced. “It’s out back in the storage shed now—come on, and I will show you.”
We walked out back to the fine manicured lawn
and gardens and walked down a stone pathway
that led to a large tin storage shed.  She unlocked
the door to the shed and slowly opened it.  She
flicked on the overhead light and stood back in
the doorway.  The heavy door was propped up in
a corner against an old treadle sewing machine
and boxes of Halloween decorations.
“Awesome!” was my first response.
“You don’t think it looks evil or menacing?” she
maintained her safety bubble under the threshold of the shed. 
“Well, I can see what you are saying,” I sort of
chuckled and snapped a picture of the door with
my digital camera.  “I see the eyes and head…
the arms and legs…and the feet with hooves…
ya, sure, it looks like a demon door to me!” 
But, what I didn’t tell her was that it also looked
like a big owl, a cat, or maybe a space alien.  It
was a fine piece of maple with an artistic wood
grain design, indeed.
“Great,” she sort of moaned and crinkled her
face, “That’s just what I was afraid of.”
“So, what are you going to do with it?” I continued to snap a couple more photos.
“Um,” she paused, “I was thinking I might be able
to sell it to somebody on EBAY”
“Really?  Well, let me know how that works for
you,” I laughed as we headed back into the
house.  “If you don’t get any buyers, I will take it
off your hands.”
Back at home, I downloaded the demon door
pictures and emailed the shots to all my ghost
hunting friends around the country.   Everyone
thought it was the coolest door ever!  Many of
them wished they could own the door. Several weeks passed and my hopes of having the

demon door in my possession seemed rather
slim.  But one day, my friend called and left a
message.  She decided I could come by her
house and load up the demon door any time my
heart desired.  I guess shipping and handling
became a major selling issue for those bidding
on the heavy door.     
Done deal!
I immediately drove to my friend’s house before she could change her mind.  I was afraid
that if I didn’t act quickly, she would chop it up
with an ax and use it for fire wood. Together
we wrapped and loaded up the demon door in
the back of the truck. I was impressed with the
heavy maple wood door and its twisted knots
and wood grain.  I had plans to hang it on my
own home—but the demon door was too large
for the door frames.
I emailed my ghost hunting buddies to let them
know I was now the proud owner of the demon
door.  Within hours I was the envy of all the
paranormal investigators I knew in the country.  Some suggested I should open a new tourist attraction in Arizona where travelers from all
corners of the world could come and marvel at
this supernatural wonder.  
Feeling the demon door could possibly become the next Jesus on a tortilla phenomenon,
I decided to nix that idea. Demon door is now
a security door in my garage.  Who in their
right frame of mind would want to cross the
path of that spooky face in the threshold after
dark?  Believe it or “knot”!
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