The door moved and Matthew stepped in with his head lolling on his left shoulder. Once in the hall, he grabbed it in both hands, yanked it upwards and plopped it back in place from above. His neck let out some unpleasant cracking noises, but when he was done his head was erect again.
“Now that was some peeved ghost!” Matthew turned his head from one side to another. “I wasn’t even sure if I could get in through the door without letting her in, but it seems that cursed ones can't enter here. Lucky, that."
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