All I Ever Needed

Chapter 13

My house looked eerily quiet, and scary then I remembered my last time stepping foot on the sidewalk.

The vines that hung underneath my bedroom window were growing rapidly, giving my house the forgotten look. My house looked sad and worn out as if it knew it's owners were no longer living.
A tear escaped my eye as I took in the scene of the house and all the memories of my childhood flooded back. The swing hanging from our oak tree in the front yard was covered in growing grass and the wooden seat began to crack, soon it would rot.

Chase gripped my hand and walked ahead of me towards my front door. It was slightly open causing me to gasp in fear, "Chase?" I whimpered.

Chase dropped my hand, "Stay here." I nodded as he kicked open my door, it fell of it's hinges and slammed against my rocking chair in the hallway. Chase peeked inside and walked over the threshold.

"Chase! Was it really necessary to break my door?"

Chase shrugged his shoulders, "If there was someone in here they wouldn't have time to react because I would have already saw them. If I would have opened the door the intruder would have heard and either left, or attacked." Chase looked over his broad shoulder and raised an eyebrow at me as if to say, got anything else?

I rolled my eyes at him and took a hold of his outstretched hand, "Are you sure there's no one in here?"

Chase nodded his head, "They would've been smart to leave after the felt my presence. It seems to be overpowering for the weak supernaturals."

"How do you know they were weak?"

Chase gripped my hand, "I can smell there sent, they left a long time ago, before we arrived. Their scent is of rotting flesh, so basically they're wounded and not having a good time."

I shivered and pressed myself into Chase's back, "What do they want with the house?"

Chase shrugged as her walked into my living room, "No telling. The used something to cover up their scent. Either their a warlock, which have no scent, or it's someone else who had the help of a witch."
I nodded my head and looked around my living room, the chairs were flipped over and and awful smell was coming from my fathers last meal. I wiped at my wet eyes and gripped Chase's shirt who was silent and still, "Chase?"

Chase pointed at something ahead of him, "Where does that door lead to?"

I looked around him at the wooden door that was hidden behind my family's wood burning fireplace, "My mom said witches once lived on this land in the early 1800's. My mother said that door was there but the door never opened and the contractor she hired said if he removed the door it would cost a lot of money to repair since it was in such an odd place and he's have to remove the door. So, my mom built a fireplace in front of it. When I was little a tornado knocked into our house and the top of the fireplace's bricks fell, exposing the door again. We never had time to repair it."

Chase turned pale at my story, "Do you think your mom's ever been down there?"

I shook my head, "She said the door was locked when she bought the house in 1990."

Chase stepped towards the door and sighed, "I think your mom lied to you."

I looked up at him confused, "Why do you say that?"

Chase ran his fingers over the brick of my fireplace, "You see how this brick indents when I touch it?"
I watched Chase as he pressed his large hand over the brick and pushed, it surprisingly did sink into the wall, "Yeah?"

"It means that this is not a real brick and neither is this one," He said as he ran his hand over the tile brick that was cut off by the wall, "Back in the 1800's when people wanted to hide something they built doors behind fireplaces and would use rubber brick in certain places of the fireplace and when they took those rubber pieces out the fireplace would come off the wall and reveal their door that they hid whatever in. You mother really wanted to hide this door... but that's not whats concerning me."

I grabbed Chase's arms with both my hands and looked at the rubber brick, "What is it then?"

"Your mother obviously knew this door could open and that's why there's a fake fireplace to cover it. Babe, I think this door leads to your mothers office."

I sighed, "That would explain why I could never find it-- Chase, what are you doing?"
Chase removed the rubber brick, "Opening this door." He removed both the rubber bricks and stepped back. After a few seconds the fireplace blew out smoke and retracted from the wall, "Oh my goodness." I whispered.

Chase put a protective arm in front of me, "I don't think you should come with me."

I huffed, "And why not?"

"You said this house once belonged to witches. Back then witches were very violent, especially when those people came after them and tried killing them all. The witches would kill there own children, babe. I wouldn't be surprised if this door here, or dungeon it leads to is cursed."
"My mother's been inside, you said so yourself. She's smart, she studies these kind of things, I think she knows how to take precautions."

Chase pulled me against him, "That's just the thing. Your mother must have had helped getting down here. Whether you mom's a witch or not. We still need help in going down there, unless you want an unwanted soul following us home."

I shook my head quickly, "No, I don't. Who could help us?"

Chase ran a hand down his face and sighed deeply, "There's only one person I know that could help us, and you're not going to like it. I don't even like the thought."

I raised an eyebrow and nodded my head for him to continue.

Chase gave me a pitying look, "We need a wanderer. Someone who can move through dimensions and knows witch rituals."

"Oh gosh no. Not Vagabondo."

Chase nodded his head and kissed my forehead, "We need Lola's help."