10/28/2026
RAY STORY #8: The Door
This one happened to our oldest son a few years back.
One evening, he had been upstairs roasting coffee. It was getting late, and by the time he finished, it was already dark outside.
Now, if you're unfamiliar with our building, there's no back stairway, so when you leave upstairs, your only exit is out front.
He wrapped things up, locked up and headed out. From there, he walked down the sidewalk toward the alley, which was a few buildings down, and made his way toward the parking lot behind our building.
He had already walked through the alley and was crossing the parking lot toward his car when he heard something.
A door squeak.
Not a door slamming shut. Not footsteps. Just the unmistakable sound of a door squeaking.
He immediately looked toward the back door of The Java Bean Cafe because that's where the sound seemed to be coming from. He stopped for a moment, trying to figure out what he'd just heard.
Maybe there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for what he heard. Old buildings make their share of noises.
But remember, he'd left through the front door, and now he was hearing what sounded like the back door squeaking. He knew nobody was inside, nor had anyone just come out that door.
Did he turn around and go check it out?
Nope. He kept walking. 😆👻