The book of the dirt.

Breathing from Stara

On a sunny Southern California day in the summer of 1973, my friends and I decided to conduct

his say-ons.

Being all of 13 years old, we thought we knew everything about the paranormal.

We'd formed a mystery club a few months earlier which had yet to solve any mysteries.

Most of our focus centered on say-onses.

Nothing much had happened when we held them, but all of that was about to change.

We rushed into my friend's house and her father told us we couldn't occupy her bedroom

because they were preparing to paint the walls.

So we settled on sitting on her bathroom floor.

Once it was a small room, all five of us were crammed against each other, seated cross-legged.

Usually we turned off all the lights and pulled curtains over the windows, but this time

we dwelt in sunlight.

The leader of our group let us off by making a bold statement.

If anything is here, make a terrible noise.

Personally, I didn't expect anything to happen, but within 30 seconds we heard a cracking

sound.

Then we noticed the door moving.

On closer inspection, we actually saw the bathroom door breathing.

The wood came out about six inches and went back down only to rise again.

Just like a person breathing.

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