"Did you see that? Wait, there it is again.

"Did you see that? Wait, there it is again. Someone lives there!" Ron, tugged my arm pulling me towards the delapidated, overgrown Mansion. "I dunno, Ron." "Scared?" Grinning, Ron

began to run towards the Mansion. "Come on then, are you coming or not?" Sighing, I followed him.

The stories I heard were very convincing about this eerie mansion. We saw a door. "Let's try to open it!" I exclaimed to them. I was very intrigued by this point. "I don't know",

said the door. "I've always kept to myself. I've had to, being as I am the last door on the left. Beyond me there is no more-- no more anything. It is hard for me to open up like

the doors to my right. They get opened more, you see. They're more important. I'm just a lonely leftmost door. Easily forgotten since I don't lead anywhere interesting.

But one day a tired old man came my way. "My life has been far too interesting, and I want a rest," he said. I said: "Sir I am the door for you." He unhinged me from the wall and

used me as a portal to paradise. On one side of my doorness I could see endless streams of busy cars and crowds marching off to mindless jobs and on the other side a hula dancer in

Due regalia performing to a backdrop of Fifties era classics. There were people watching her onstage. This was six months after the training started. Hula dancing is an art learned

by the the artist.