Beware of broom closets!

Katy’s dream blog sparked memories that I had of dreams as a kid.

In our kitchen was a broom closet. During the day it held brooms and mops and cleaning stuff. But I knew that at night it was just a parking garage for witches.

In my dreams witches walked to the broom closet, selected their craft and flew around my house. Whirling, whirling in a circular formation.

I was scared of that broom closet.