The other night I left this note for our receiver at the bookstore:
I just found out there's a portal to another dimension in your office. Just thought you'd want to know. Hope you're having a good day.
When I walk into the bookstore the next day both Tom and my manager approach me.
"Adrienne, where is it?" asks my manager.
I noticed Tom's thick black tie and stiff shouldered sport coat. Tom is wearing his nineteen-forties attire today. He likes to swing back and forth between the forties and sixties.
... and then I launch into it.
The night before I was attempting to do some secondhand clothes shopping on my break during an author event, when a man from the neighboring shop intercepted me.
He told me that not only do many ghosts take up residence in our bookshop, but a portal was opened by the Masons from this building.
|Neighboring Masonic Temple|
He went on to say that if I opened the door in our receiving room I would see where the old corridor was boarded up. That's where the portal is.
When I got back to the shop I headed straight back to the receiving room. I moved some book carts that were leaning up against the single old door. When I creaked it open, old brick and mortar crumbled against the new wall that separated the two buildings.
I clicked my flashlight on my phone and shined inside. In between the two walls towards the back was a leveled old street lamp lying on it's side.
"I then shut the door and left Tom the note," I finish.
They both squint at me with creased brows.
"A book flew off the shelf by itself when I was closing one evening. You know what book it was?" asks my manager.
"Ghosts of Alameda." My manager's face - dead serious.