The Cross House
This mysterious door, it be told, was, in a faraway time long long ago, where an Ice Man would show up in the wee morning hours and deposit huge blocks of ice. All this would be done without waking the Cross family or staff from their deep, dreamy slumbers.
Many years would pass before a new-fangled creation called electric refrigeration caused the Ice Man to retreat into the deep forests of Emporia and, never more, would ice would appear in the wee hours, as if by magic.
Time misted over, innumerable decades passed, and the small, mysterious door remained closed.
Ages passed and the mysterious door was never really noticed. Its once wondrous significance was, eventually, forgotten.
Then one day, in an age far far away from 1894, a Scotsman named Ross was high up on a ladder. He was near the mysterious door but its presence was unnoticed as the Scotsman was occupied with other matters of great importance.
Just before descending the ladder though the Ross detected a whisper. A whisper from a long ago age.
The whisper called out to the Ross.
The whisper was from…the Ice Man.
The Ross turned to the whisper, and gazed upon the small mysterious door high up on the porch. He had never opened the door before.
What though would happen if the Ross reached through time?
With curiosity suddenly ablaze, the Ross, indeed, reached out, while holding tight to the ladder, his heart aquiver…and opened the small door.
Later, after scouring ancient texts, the Ross learned that electric refrigeration had became common in the 1920s, forcing the Ice Man into retreat.
And with this retreat, for almost a century, the small door high up on the north porch had been overlooked.
But there be stories across the land, even today, which tell of the Ice Man whispering, whispering, whispering about the true meaning of the small door high up on the kitchen porch of the old Cross House.
And if you listen close, really close, you can hear, it be said, a single word: Narnia.