Maybe this door was her bedroom’s version of a great big snotty sneeze. “Still,” said Martha with a shrug, “it’s not the weirdest thing this room’s ever done, is it?” She cast a look at the octopus-shaped armchair in the corner, which gave a sinister flick of its tentacles. The maid shuddered. “I do wish you’d get rid of that thing. It’s a nightmare to dust.”
I love the personality of the bedroom lol
