Possibilities

Getting out of the bedroom and down the hall this morning was not easy for Earl. Randi and I had to flank him on either side and I had to drag him and then I thought he was going to lose control of himself before he made it to the safety of the living room. This evening, he made one frantic attempt to get down the hall, where he and Randi chewed up a pillow in my room while I was on the computer. Then I yelled and threw them both out.

I'm puzzled about this resurgence of hallwayphobia. After discussing with friends what could be going on, I have come up with these possibilities:

1. My house is haunted by a ghost who lives in the hallway and which only Earl can see.
2. Earl's most recent pot purchase was of questionable quality and makes him paranoid when he smokes.