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.
thing in the shot was his eyes and the wall. A beam of light shone
Upon entering the room, I noticed a long white lattice fence in the middle of the room. It was a partition d...
“Jack you-” Dr. Geller turned around as soon as he heard the heavy, squeaky, metal door with bars to Jack’s room open.
She took the key out of the lock and turned the door knob hesitantly and opened the door.
We chased after him up the stairs and down a dark hall. At the end, a door stood ajar and light stretched across the hallway floor.
He was reluctant to do so but knowing he might get out he listened. As soon as he covered his face the door blew of the hinges and broke the window throwing glass everywhere. When he uncovered his eyes he saw nothing but smoke, after it cleared he could clearly see written on the wall outside "welcome to The Game". He thought this was all a nightmare trying to wake up he only ended up hurting himself from all of the pinches. After working his way through the hallways following the arrows, he got to the front door. He knew it would be locked but tried anyway and to his surprise it moved, but only an inch or so. Chained from the other side the door wouldn't come
"What is that?" Alex asked as he was looking at the stairwell. I left the kitchen and went around the corner to see what was going on. I saw what Alex was pointing at and walked up a couple of steps to see what it was. A few seconds later, a look of horror appeared on my face.
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
access to another being. The door that allowed food in, swung open. "Hello, my name is Ärztin and I
Nagisa pushed the door forcefully shut as he rushed into the house, panting, and covered with black and blue spots, followed by some blood. He sets his backpack on the ragged table nearby, turns to his right, and opens the curtains. He forced a smile.
Down into the basement he went, the lighting here contrasted with the deep shadows that were cast by the various furniture in the basement. He reached the bottom of the steps, on his left he was greeted by a several viewing ports into what could be another room. He called it the birdcage, except it did not keep birds, but oh did its captives sing for him whether they willed it or not. Already he could see her through the one way mirrors as he unlocked the door leading into the room before it locked behind him. A biometric scanner with a passcode failsafe. "I'm back." He announced. There were three main rooms here, the living room and kitchen area, the bedroom, and a bathroom for all his captive's needs. Obviously, the room was fireproof should the girl get any ideas. Another common place they would look would be in the kitchen for weapons, knives especially, but he was sufficiently trained in self-defense to be confident in approaching them just like
“The door was unlocked and I remember which door you said it was,” Alli looked her over. “You said we could use it to put Melia down if I needed to. Is that a problem?”
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“You are to go up this set of stairs” —the man gesticulates toward an old staircase that I hadn't noticed before—“take a left down the second corridor you come to. Your Roommate Manager will meet you there.”
“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.