My aunt for the first time in all of her entire life had a room for herself. She was excited to have a “ladies” room in her family of all men.
She had told me that she was happy that she had made half of the enclosed sun room into a sewing room for herself. Today she was busy sewing a new dress that she wanted to wear to an upcoming picnic.
Little Anthony, four years old, had gone into the den to get some more toys to play with. He had been really quite and my aunt was about to get up and go see where he was, when he appeared at the doorway. 
“Mommy, there is a man in the hallway that wants to talk to you.” He said in his little voice. Startled, she said, “A man is in the house?” Anthony replied, “Yes and he wants to talk to you.”
She told me that she had not heard anyone knocking at the front door at all. She was puzzled that someone would even come in to see if she was home. She thought maybe it was a distant relative who lived across the street. No one else would dare come into the home.
Luling is a very small town and people leave their doors unlocked all the time. Everyone respects everyone else and home invasion is not even a thought about crime in this town.
She walked out into the large hallway there was no one there. She went to the open front door, and there was no one on the front porch. In the kitchen, no one was there either.
“Anthony, where is the man?” She asked him. He replied, “He was in the hall.”
And so became the ritual... when she worked in the sun room a man would come to Anthony and ask him to go get his mommy to come into the hall to "talk". Something did not want her in that room.
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