New Beginning 767

I knew what I was getting into. At least, I knew what it was supposed to be; several people had told me, and plainly they believed what they said. But equally plainly they had never gone inside to see for themselves.

The building over the stairhead, with its white clapboard walls and open door, certainly didn't look like an entrance to Hell. They told me the look would change quickly enough once I was inside.

"Will the door close behind me?" I asked. "Have you ever seen it shut?' They couldn't ...