The twins asked him if he would attend the prom.

Donald said, “I’d like to take you both.”

“The girls laughed. They suddenly stopped when they see Donald is embarrassed. They had grown up with Donny Brooks and lived in a home on the same block. They played together when kids, swam at the town’s swimming pool, sat together at school events, Sunday school and now church.

Donald stood wishing he hadn’t said such a stupid thing. He meant one or the other. Louise said, “We’d both like to go with you.”

Anna said, “We’ll buy dresses alike.”

Donald now realized that he had asked both of them to attend the senior prom with him. And they both accepted! There was corsages to buy and other expenses. But he was thrilled that they’d both go with him. All the guys would envy him. Without exception, every male in the senior class wanted to take one or the other twin to the prom dance.

Donald was secretly proud that he had proven to be the best male dancer in the gymnasium practice lessons. When it was girl’s choice to choose a partner, he was more popular than the star quarterback on the football team. Miss Taylor, the teacher dance-instructor, danced with him to demonstrate to the other students. Afterwards she said, “You have a natural talent, Donny. You could pursue a dancing career.”

Louise interrupted Donald’s dream-like state when she said, “After the dance, my folks are throwing a big party with food, music and all afterwards for the whole class. We get to stay up until dawn if we want. We’re soon going to be self responsible adults. We are all turning eighteen.”

Louise asked, ‘Isn’t the prom a day after your birthday?”

“Guess it is,” Donald admitted. “I’ll be eighteen.”

The thrill of having both Louise and Anna going to the prom with him had Donald recall when they were ten. He had not considered them more than congenial playmates. It was when he was twelve that they began to develop and they were desirable girls when they were thirteen. They still liked to play baseball, they were both on the softball team and the star players. He got to see them play some night games and yelled himself hoarse. They credited him for learning how to pitch, throw and hit. Donald smiled as he recalled he taught them to shoot marbles when they were seven. They became good shots.

Time seemed to drag and Donald was anxious to attend the prom in two weeks.

It was that night that it happened. He was lying on his floor mattress and it was warm. His small window was open, but he needed moving air to help a small fan Mr. Mann had given him. He was looking at the door thinking to get up and go open it. He wished it was open. It opened.

Donald bolted upright. “Who’s there?” he yelled. No one ever came into the big barn at night. He got up and walked out and looked around. There was no one in the barn nor outside when he went out just wearing his shorts. He went back inside and flopped on his bed thinking it must have been a sudden breeze through the barn.

Donald looked back at the door. He had forgotten and closed it when he came back in. Staring at it and wishing it was open he saw it open again. Startled he wondered if the barn was haunted. Not much had frightened Donald in his life, but this was being done by a power he couldn’t see. He sat up in bed leery of everything around him. After several breaths he realized nothing had attacked him. He waited anxious for twenty minutes and nothing more occurred. It must have been some phenomena that could be explained by someone who knew things moved from vibrations that people didn’t feel.

A strange thought assailed him. It told him to mentally open the door. Donald smiled. He was going crazy over a door that swung for no apparent reason. To prove it wasn’t some spirit he looked at the door and said, “Open.”

When the door obediently opened Donald gasped. He clutched the sheet afraid he might faint. He assured himself that it was a coincidence, the door was going to open no matter what he said. To prove it he said, “Close.”

Again another coincidence. The door closed.

Donald quit playing with the door. He looked at his table lamp and said, “Turn on.”

It came on. Donald nearly fainted and then he realized he was dreaming. It was a nightmare. His fright evaporated and he started having fun in his dream. He looked at his window and mentally ordered it to close. Down it came and Donald laughed. He mentally ordered it open and it opened.

Donald was delighted with his dream. He looked at his pencil on the table and mentally ordered it to float. It came up to hover above the table. Donald mentally ordered it to race about the room in a circle without hitting anything. It raced around the room until he had it return to the table.

Donald yawned. He was sleepy and had to get up early to deliver the Sunday papers. His alarm awakened him and he remembered his crazy dream as he dressed. He looked at his door that he felt positive it wouldn’t move and he ordered, “Open.”

When it opened he staggered to his recliner and sat down. He wasn’t still dreaming. That damn door was crazy or he was. He looked at the pencil and mentally said, “Float.”

The pencil floated and Donald knew something had happened to him. He dare not tell anyone. They’d put him in some asylum. It was a secret he’d have to keep to himself the rest of his life. He delivered the Sunday papers and did not mentally test his ability again. The two days passed without incident.