The Hidden Door

Chapter 5: The Great Truth

I sat back down at my desk. The paper was stationary, and so was the pencil.

I thought hard. What about the "Diner Scene" from today? Did I get any clue from that? I got it:

3. People think I was one of those people who try to be like others. It's annoying to them. But I'm not that type of person.
4.

Hmmm. What else?

Wait. What about that time when those waiters were debating on who serves us? They said something about...

4. My house.

I just sat for a minute. Maybe there was a story behind my house that people don't like. It happens in books and movies. Who said it can't happen in real life?

I took my laptop off the shelf. I logged in, and opened up Chrome. I typed in my address and waited. Stupid computer. So old.

Still waiting.

Still waiting.

Still waiting.

Still waiting.

Finally.

A website popped up. It was the first one and was called storiesbehindeverything.com.

I clicked on it. It said:

This specific house has a very unique story. 3 years ago, there was a young couple living in that house. They were leading a happy life until they found something in their guest bedroom. Their room was the master bedroom. They saw hinges blending in with their wall. They went a meter to the right and pushed. It opened. A door. They went inside and were never to be seen again. Talk came around and the bank tried to sell their house. No one bought it. A couple with a daughter came from a different city in search for a home and bought that house, oblivious of its story.

Uh-oh. We bought that house and I had their guest bedroom.