Nan warned us about it

she told us we should only think of clothes whenever we opened it

Or we would be taken to whatever was on our minds

We believed it to be a fairytale, but we followed her advise nonetheless should there be a possibility it became true

we shared this mystery with all who visited

it became somewhat of a family tale

some wove stories of what may happen if the advise was not adhered to

some secretly laughed for we couldn’t laugh in the face of the family matriarch

or display disrespect before others

Sam was one who did not care about warnings, lores or fables

he saw himself as an independent mind

one not easily swayed by the ramblings of an aged woman

He tried his luck that thanksgiving,

announced he would like to see a jungle

He opened the closet and stepped in

we all gasped at the sound of a lion when the door shut behind him

As we picked up our coats to leave

silence showered the room but no one dare speak of Sam who disappeared into thin air

goodnight Nan, thanks for having us over for thanksgiving