Here it was. Finally.
Lucy felt the excitement bubbling in her. It was early morning around four, and pale, eerie light pooled on the floor. And the door, dark mahogany with a golden handle, was right in front of her. The handle sparkled, inviting her to swing the door opened. She slid her fingers over the cool metal and twisted the doorknob to the side. The door creaked open.
Lucy peered curiously inside.
The room was... a disappointment.
Smallish, spotless windows lined the wall with flowing, draped curtains. Boxes littered the ground, mostly empty. Nothing much.
Lucy decided to scavenge around to see what she could find. Just a small silver screw, a pack of gum that seemed over a hundred years old, and a spider.
She took the screw, because it reminded her of this room.
And its inhabitants.
