I declined to go through The Door. On one hand, yes, it could have been a gateway to a Narnia-esque utopia. On the other hand, my life-movie is likely to be rated R rather than G, and thus the door may lead to something more Neil Gaiman or David Lynch than Lewis Carroll or CS Lewis.
It shouldn't surprise me then, the day after blocking off The Door forever, I pull up the carpet in my bedroom and find this:
Perhaps the house will keep offering me opportunities to delve into The Space Between until I accept.
This time, I'm afraid, I'm too busy painting trim before the new carpet arrives on Thursday to explore.
Comments (3)
"Well, there it is. Looks like you've got some kind of alternate universe in there or something."
Posted by dbs | March 10, 2008 8:25 AM
Posted on March 10, 2008 08:25
I'm going to hypothesize an old chimney. Mostly because your kitchen floor looked a lot like ours, and that's what our mysterious patch in an upstairs bedroom was.
Though, of course, Neil Gaiman-esque possibilities do remain.
Posted by PlantingOaks | March 10, 2008 9:16 AM
Posted on March 10, 2008 09:16
PlantingOaks: it was almost certainly a hole covered by a cast iron grate. We believe there was once a big woodstove in the basement that heated the main floor through a couple of grates, one of which still exists.
Posted by Mr. TDH | March 10, 2008 10:08 AM
Posted on March 10, 2008 10:08