Karyn walked over to my closer. I hadn't cleaned up in a while, so most of my clothes were piled up in floor, preventing the closet door from closing.
She bent over long enough for me to take a good look as she forced all my junk into the closet. Then, she put her back to the door and used all of her strength to close it.
Out of a pouch in the laptop bag, Karyn grabbed four tealight candles and a stick of what looked like chalk. She placed a candle on the floor to the right of the door, and drew a circle around it with the chalk. She did the same thing to the left. Then she carefully balanced a tealight on the top-left ledge of the doorframe, circled it on the wall, then did exactly the same on the right.
She stopped and looked at her work. Satisfied, she carefully drew an odd arrangement of lines, squiggles, and shapes in the center of my closet door. She carefully pulled a single hair out of her head, licked her finger, and stuck her hair to the center of the door.
She took two steps backward, looked over her drawing carefully, and nodded.
"Alright, Jon. This should be pretty cool," she told me. She pointed at the door, and didn't move for a couple seconds. I was about to laugh, when I noticed that the hair seemed to be glowing white hot, like the filament in a light bulb.
Suddenly, all four candles burst into bright purple flame, before sputtering down to normal candlelight.
Karyn and I just stared at the door. It seemed we stood there for 20 minutes, when Karyn finally said, "Open the door, you Moron!"
Cautiously, I touched the doorknob. Nothing happened.
I turned it, and pulled the door wide open.
Inside was
