Hajji jumped to his feet before Nate could fully take in what had just happened. Hajji pulled a gun from somewhere and trained it on the wall. Was he planning on killing it?
"Easy." Nate pushed off the floor with one hand and turned an opened palm to Hajji. "This isn't a trick," he said, meeting the man's eyes. "I think it's what I've been looking for." He turned to study the wall with a giddy effervescent growing inside. "See, the stairs are just a decoy. This!" He aimed the flashlight at the crack in the wall. "This must be the real hiding place." He turned to Hajji with a big grin. "We should check it out."
Hajji moved his flashlight across the wall then nodded. "Perhaps fortune smiles on us."
"Yeah, come on." Nate pushed the wall until it turned inside the doorway and hung from its frame in the middle, splitting the entrance in half. He guided the beam to the floor and stepped inside. Nate couldn't imagine a more narrow space. He moved down so Hajji could enter.
Hajji stepped inside and turned his flashlight to the opening. He pushed the wall/door until it closed then studied it with, what felt to Nate, like tiresome attention to details.
"Here," Hajji said, shinning the light on a metal rod held in place by two clamps. "This goes into that hole. It's the lock."
"Lock it," Nate told him. "Let's see how this would have work."
They stepped sideways along the passage because it was impossible to walk normal.
"What place would this be inside the house, Nate Daniels?"
"I don't know," Nate said. "These must be the walls between two rooms."
They could see no more than a foot ahead and were squeeze between two plastered walls about eighteen inches apart. Overhead, the ceiling showed exposed beams and electrical w...
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"Okay, I try to check back in, but you should probably get some rest."
"Agreed," Hajji said then reached for Nate's hand. "Thank you, Nate Daniels."
"Sure," Nate said and pushed the closet wall into place. He returned the board that acted like a key to its home position, then stood and started to put things back in place. His mind swirled from everything that had happened. He stopped in the middle of returning some towels to their shelf when a light bulb of understanding turned on. This was what Great Gramps had been trying to say with the picture frame. Up-side-down were directions that led to the hiding place in the secret stairway and how to open the entrance inside the supply closet. All along, he had been giving directions. But he had been at it for years. Great Gramps wanted the hiding place found, and there had to be a reason.
Finding a door to exit would become a puzzling exercise during one of their St. Albans investigations. Terri and Marie were in what is known as “the safe room,” because a large old-fashioned safe is located there. They had completed their investigation and were readying to leave the room when they realized they couldn’t. There wasn’t a door. “It was as if it had been morphed over,” said Terri. “We went around and around in circles. We were growing concerned when we made another lap and there it was. It was as if the door materialized out of nowhere,” she said.
...lling device, which was opened up usually in the summertime, the ceiling however was covered in fabric from wall to wall.
“We just want to see it, that’s all.” “You sure he’s here?” One voice seemed to come from the room on the sofa. “Yeah, he stays here every night.” “There’s another room over there; I’m going to take a look.
The story begins with the narrator explaining the recommendations for treatment of her nervous depression given by her husband John, a physician. John brings the narrator to a secluded home for the summer, and orders her to rest in a bedroom with yellow wallpaper for the vast majority of her stay. The narrator quickly develops an obsession with the wallpaper and insists that there are “things in the wallpaper that nobody knows about but me, or ever will” (302). Here Gilman hints that the narrator’s logic is flawed and separate from her pragmatic husband rationale. Then, the narrator begins to see women trapped behind the wallpaper and is determined to free them. She creeps along the edges of room like the women she sees in the wallpaper waiting for the opportunity to free them. The climax of the story begins when the narrator is able to lock herself in the room to tear down the wallpaper in the absence of John. She starts tearing apart the wallpaper freeing all the women and believing she too has been freed she is pleased with her new ability to freely creep around the great room (308). Just as this takes place John opens the door and faints while the narrator “kept on creeping just the same” (308). This sequence of events, told from the narrator’s point of view, allows readers to infer that the narrator is an unreliable source of information. The reader is lead to disregard the narrator’s conception of reality, as her behavior is so shocking that it causes her husband to lose consciousness. Therefore, Gilman effectively utilized an unreliable narrator to accentuate her narrator’s mental
thing in the shot was his eyes and the wall. A beam of light shone
The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom is the story about the life of a woman in Holland during the German Nazi invasion and holocaust. Miss. Ten Boom tells about her childhood, helping people escape through the anti-Nazi underground, her arrest and imprisonment, and her release. As a child Miss.
During his life, Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote many stories that delved into the psychology and the reality of what it is to be a human being. Although considered a most private person, which even Hawthorne himself once said that he wanted to keep, "the inmost Me behind its veil" (Norton 369), his writings are so vivid in both characterization and details that there is no doubt that he was a very perceptive and smart man. Examples of his insight-fullness appear within stories such as The Scarlet Letter, Young Goodman Brown, The Haunted Mind, and The Minister's Black Veil. One of his short stories, The Minister's Black Veil, uses symbolism and people's actions to reveal human nature.
Upon entering the room, I noticed a long white lattice fence in the middle of the room. It was a partition d...
Imagine yourself in a WWⅡconcentration camp, performing forced labor in hideous living conditions whilst being nearly starved to death. What would be your attitude towards those around you, and most especially, your captors? For Corrie ten Boom and her sister Betsie, it was that of complete love and concern, and a desire to give them the light of Christ. A true story, The Hiding Place is Corrie ten Boom’s historical account of her and her family’s experience in WWⅡ. Written by Corrie herself, this 216 page book is crammed with tragedy as well as joy. Youngest of four children, Corrie ten Boom uses her home in Haarlem, Holland as a temporary safe house for Jews in hiding, until she is discovered and sent to prison as well as various concentration
Last night, a man tried to break into her house at Edmee Cir., while she was watching tv by herself. Initially, she got scared. "I saw a man at the window and ran to my bedroom to hide in the closet," she said, recalling last night’s events.
She walked past the front desk and then turned right, climbing a wide staircase that lead up to a landing that was spotted with golden rays of light coming through a large window. She felt its warmth as she circled up the stairs to the top floor. It was unoccupied, except for an old grey haired man who sat behind a desk reading the daily paper through thick lenses. He glanced up at her, smiled and then folded the paper in half.
"Coming!" I shouted, racing to the door. I tossed the band onto a seat, sparing no time at all. Before I knew it, the enormous wooden entrance was
As we walked through the woods on the dark cold night in October we notice screaming of what we had thought to be the neighbor girl. We creep closer to the large mansion and climb the gates to get in the massive front yard. As me and my friends Kevin, Douglas, and randy reach the front door, we slowly creep open the front door, we hear screams and yells and very quickly leave the situation. We head back to the house for the night and decide that we will make a plan and return to the mansion tomorrow.
Summary: In the quiet town of Malgudi, in the 1930's, there lived Savitri and her husband, Ramani. They lived with their three children, Babu, Kamala, and Sumati. Savitri was raised with certain traditional values that came into internal conflict when she took Ramani, a modern executive, as her husband. Savitri has endured a lot of humiliations from her temperamental husband and she always puts up with his many tantrums. To find solace and escapism, she takes refuge in 'the dark room', a musty, unlit, storeroom in the house. But when Ramani takes on a beautiful new employer, Savitri finds out that her husband has more than a professional interest in the woman. So, at first, she tries to retreat to her dark room. But she realises that hiding in there won't help. So she tries to leave the house. She stayed with a friend in another village. But after staying there for some time, she can't help but think of her husband and their children. What would happen to them? After doing a lot of thinking, she finally decides to go back home. In the end, Ramani has finally stopped seeing Shanta Bai, the other woman, and I guess you could say it's a happy ending. It's now up to you to go and guess the rest. Savitri is very much real. She is basically quite like most people. They treat problems like that. They find ways to escape it. Like booze, drugs, suicide, etc. In Servitor¡¯s case, she stays in the dark room, and finally, leaves her family. As I was reading "The Dark Room¡±, I felt compassion towards Savitri. I can clearly see that she was a confused woman. It was depicted through the first part of the story wherein her son was ill and she told Babu, her son, not to go to school that day. But Ramani intruded upon them and said that Babu has to go to school and that his illness is merely a headache. Savitri didn't know what to do then. She was concerned for Babu¡¯s health, but at the same time, she didn't want to argue with Ramani. In the end, Babu had gone off to school. As for Ramani, I felt like shouting at him while reading the novel because of his bullying.
“Come over here, Buddy We are going on an adventure!” Excited she ran after me. It was as if she could actually understand me. I took one final look into my hideout before I shut the door, for wherever I was going or headed, I surely wasn’t going to be returning. Even though I spent most of my time down there being afraid of dying, it was the only safe place I could go and I will miss that place. It had been my home for so long, and probably was where I would have been spending the rest of my short lived life if I hadn’t felt this sense of uneasiness. I sighed deeply, and began shutting the door. “Calm down, Buddy”, I muttered as he was barking at something. He had a tendency to bark at objects and things that actually never existed, so I didn’t think twice about it. However when I turned around, I laid my eyes on something, or rather yet someone.