The vibe within the room had turned serious. The only sound left was their heavy breathing. Everyone had stood up and were staring straight at the wooden door.
"When I was closing the door, I noticed that there wasn't a doorsill, so I locked it. I didn't expect a ghost to really come visit at midnight," I whispered.
Finn gulped anxiously. "It's great that you did, Azrael! If not, the ghost outside could have barged right in while we were asleep. The consequences for that are too scary to be imagined."
Taylor asked confusedly, "What does not having a doorsill have to do with locking the door?"
I explained, "In ancient myths, zombie joints can't be bent. They can only move by jumping forward stiffly. Therefore, houses had to have doorsills to block these filthy monsters outside."
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