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Hidden DoorsThe only thing visible in the night was two suspicious eyes and a wooden door. These little eyes were sand pebble small like the stars are in the night sky. They belonged to a baby dwarf maybe, small enough to fit in the palm of ones hand. Every night its eyes would peer out just above the top of the hidden door in the ground like it was looking for someone or something. I decided one morning when the air was still cool even though it would soon be seventy degrees out to open that door. I causally strolled on my lawn with my head down almost as if I was too weak to lift it up. I would search the ground but never find it. Only trip on the hill of grass where it was supposed to be. So tonight I will go out at night when those little eyes are peering out of the hole. I clothes pinned my eyes open so when the clock strokes twelve I see the eyes come out again. I saw it and went around back hoping the creature would not see me. Then I jumped, strangled the creature by the neck and realized it was larger then a dwarf and its eyes were bigger than a pebble. I realized it was just my imagination, fooled me. I guess I just have been thinking too much since Grandpa passed away. Every time I walk outside I glimpse left and right for something out of the ordinary because that is how Papa died. His heart just stopped on him, yet nobody knows what his blind eyes finally let him see. But I know what Papa saw… he saw himself becoming frail and his body dying and so it did.