Today the door knocking was answered.

“Come in!” chimed a voice. It was oddly pleasant, like it was welcoming me into their home for a party.

Startled, I froze outside the old wooden panels. “Well come on in! What’s the hold up?” the voice urged, a little less chime-y now. I turned the knob and pushed.

Inside was an amazing room! It was like a one room cottage. The bed was to the left, there was a table and two chairs in the middle, and the fireplace was issuing wonderful smells from the right.

A rotund woman sat by the window in a rocker. She had on a dress that went out of style in the 1800s and had long crazy gray hair that she let fly everywhere.

A black streak flew past me like lightening, jumped into her lap, curled up and began licking its fur.

“Ah, you’ve been feeding Midnight for me!” She then stood, dislodged the cat, and offered me a cup of tea and some fresh hot rolls.
“Sit,” she pointed to a chair and I sat. I had so many questions, but I sipped tea instead.

“Who are you?” I asked.