Doors

“Kinda takes all the mystery out of the world.” My dad said this to me while we watched a naked woman straddle my brother at his bachelor party. It was my first time at a strip club and I spent most of the night staring at my feet and hoping the room was dark enough that no one could tell how red my face was, but I remembered my father’s words when the incident in Nevada happened. Most people dismissed that first one as a trick of the light or some strange reflection off the lenses of the man’s smart-glasses, but there were some who believed right away. It was easy to want to believe, even if all the recording showed was a shape hanging in the air that looked vaguely like a door.