“... – Close it,” Claudia repeated stubbornly and suddenly shivered chillily, “you never know... I shrugged: it’s the way it’s supposed to be.” He entered the house and, grabbing the edge of the massive door, pulled it towards himself, fencing himself off from the external darkness. When the door creaked into place, I stepped back from it in surprise. The leather-covered panel, from floor to ceiling, was covered with a variety of fastenings, from primitive hooks and bolts to quite modern latches and chains. Some of them seemed new, others were long covered with rust. At least a dozen keys stuck out in the keyholes at different heights. “That’s all Varya,” the aunt said quietly, anticipating my question...”