It was something young Patrick would remember for as long as he lived.
Patrick, an artistic boy with an active imagination and cheek to match, had come with his mother and father to visit his aunt and uncle. Patrick always thought his uncle - who insisted that Patrick call him "Uncle Z" - was a weirdo, but he was a nice old fellow that let Patrick read through his treasured comic collection. The aunt and uncle lived in a picturesque seaside house, and quite a large one at that, so there was always something new for Patrick to look at.
But his usually generous Uncle Z had sternly forbidden him from ever opening a particular closet, on the second floor of the house not far from the guest rooms, and would not say why. The boy was always curious as to what was in there, but never had the nerve to look.
One night, the grown-ups had a party for all their friends. It was a very big deal, they were all dressed up and they had gotten wine and turkey and a jazz band to play for them. Patrick had