Welcome everyone. Now, this story will be longer than the previous two. In fact it will be ten chapters long. Since "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" is a novella it makes sense to not have the story be a long one. This Stevenson story happens to be one of my all time favorite books, so I'll be putting my heart into it while featuring references to the adaptations I've seen and one that is unfortunately lost. Enjoy and review.

Account of the Doorway

It was a sunny day in Norrisville. A good day for a walk and so it was that Randy Cunningham walked with Ken Finlayson, Howard Weinerman having been home sick. Ken was not the person Randy would have preferred to walk with but he was what he was.

"And I told Niall that if he dared to give me a bust of Janus for my birthday then our friendship would be over! It was most alarming, I was personally appalled by sight of it."

"Really, Ken?" asked Randy, his voice filled with disbelief. "You of all people appalled by the sight of something?"

Ken rolled his eyes. He wasn't the handsomest of people and he certainly couldn't be called average looking but he hated to think that he was not aloud to admit there was something even uglier in existence than himself who was more misshapen than the mythological Man in the Moon.

"I have no desire to bring about a tragedy on the border of reality that could transform me into a two-faced man! The very head of Janus himself would be the cause of it!"

"Who is this Janus anyway?"

"An archaic Italian creator, caretaker of doorways and barriers and bodyguard of the confederation in time of attack. He is commonly limned with two fronts, so that he looks both forward and backward." Ken stopped and pointed at the side door of the Warburton house. "Speaking of doorways, what do you know about that one?"

"Just that is a part of the Warburton house." Replied Randy. "I don't know where it leads though. Why?"

"I have an account about that doorway." Stated Ken.

Randy sighed and slumped a little. "I'm sure you do. Have you told Heidi?"

"No. I haven't told her, I haven't told Kang I haven't told anyone. It happened just last night. I was going for a walk which is very out of character for me because I never go for walks after sunset."

"I'm sure." Commented Randy. He didn't believe for one moment that Ken didn't go for walks after sunset.

"As I went for a walk, I saw a kid playing on the sidewalk."

"A kid?"

"Yes, a little girl. Her dad was sitting on the porch reading by the lamplight while she drew with chalk. Nothing to encourage incubi, just the normal stuff."

Randy's eyes only widened. "What kind of things do you usually see little kids draw?"

"Normal stuff!" insisted Ken. To Randy's thinking, Ken might have been the kind of kid who would have drawn things to fuel nightmares. "Anyway, coming in the opposite direction was this… Thing!"

"Thing?" asked Randy.

"Yes, thing!" Ken rubbed hic chin while thinking of a way to describe what he had seen. "Looked like a seven year old, a really short one. It must have been half Niall's height!"

"But Niall is four foot nine!" exclaimed Randy.

"Yes, isn't that an oddity in my story." Commented Ken. "Oh, it was quite ghastly! He looked simian and pilose with big canine denticles."

"Oh, so it is a he is it?" asked Randy.

"Yes, it is." Stated Ken. "He looked like his mother might have had relations with an ape if you catch my meaning."

"I do and I am disturbed." Commented Randy. "So what exactly did your mom have relations with to create you?"

"Oh, shut up!" Ken hit Randy on the backside of the head. "Carrying on, the boy trampled the little girl."

"How?"

"What?"

"How did he trample the little girl if he was half Niall's height?" asked Randy.

Ken swallowed. "Lets change his height to three feet!"

Randy rolled his eyes. "I had a feeling you were exaggerating."

"Yes, well he trampled the girl, he then ran past me, I followed and before going through that doorway he said no one shall ever catch an O'Connor."

"He went through the door?" asked Randy.

Ken nodded. "Yes, he had a key."

Sighing, Randy shook his head. "Ken, your head seems to be all over the place today and not feeling very creative either when it comes to your storytelling."

"Eh?" Randy pointed across the street. Ken followed Randy's finger and saw a park called O'Connor. "How's that for coincidence."

"I am going home, Ken." Randy turned around and walked away. Ken would have been better off finding someone else to tell tall tales to.