frame.
I pressed it, quietly the wall moved out of place, opening a dark hole. Beyond the dark hole was a spiraling staircase. I walked up to the stairs, the wall automatically shutting behind me and the lights clicked on by themselves. How cool was that? I giggled.
I walked down three flights of stairs, until I reached the bottom, which opened up into a massive room.
Book shelves upon bookshelves, stood against the walls. A huge red fluffy couch along with a mahogany table was positioned in front of a massive fireplace, directly in the center of the room. The mantel, on the fireplace, had carvings of demonic looking hands all over it, with a small clock placed in the center.
Above the mantel was a mural, of what looked to me like the devil, which went from the mantel all the way to the ceiling. I was in paradise! Well, I would be if not for the mural.
I would love to stay in this room all day, for the rest of my life, it is that amazing. I walked around in circles, looking at all the books that were in this room. I was looking around the room, when I stopped.
One important thing, I was not seeing was my father’s desk. Why would he send me to his study looking for a book that I need, and it not be here? Only one thing I could think of. My father’s room is just like mine. There must be another room. But where?
I walked up to the right side of the room and looked at the book cases. I started gently pulling at some of the books. I had seen and read that sometimes, doors were hidden behind shelves, the books being the key that opened it.
So, I went through and gently pulled on the books, hoping, to find the right ones that opened the door. Every shelf, every book, it took me over an hour, to find the switch that opened the door. It was on the left side of the room. I had to really pull on a set of books, of paranormal fiction, to get it to open.
Finally, it opened up into a small but not too small room. There was a desk in the center of the room that looked to be extremely old; it was in need of a touch of something. Dust appeared to be an inch thick on everything. It was a very big difference walking from one gorgeous room, to a much cluttered dusty room.
There were two book shelves in this room, filled with old books that looked to have dated back to the 1800s. I was fascinated of course and looked at them; however I was afraid to touch them. Books like this need much love and gentle hands. With my luck one would just crumple in my hands and then I would feel like complete shit.
I walked over to the bookshelf on the right; my father’s demonic ring that I was wearing became very hot, and glowed a bright red color. It was extending from my neck, like it was reaching for its mate. It was more or less floating in midair; I just looked down at it in pure amazement. It felt weird, like someone was holding it up to admire it, while it was still around my neck. The hairs started tingling on the back of my neck as if I was not alone. It was much cooler in this room as well, but I was not frightened at all. I was excited!
I walked toward the book shelf, finding the book, that my father said was there and the ring demanding I grabbed the right book. I grabbed it and noticed there was an emblem on the side that matched the ring. My father was right the book was locked and could not be opened without the ring. I took my necklace off from around my neck and placed the ring into the emblem.
I watched in fascination as the ring completely drew up into the emblem becoming a part of the book. The side of it clicked opened releasing its lock. As I laid the book, on the old desk it flipped open all by itself. Wind and howls blew into my face, frankly scaring the hell out of me. I jumped back and watched as smoke came spiraling out of the book.
After a few seconds the wind and howls stopped, but the smoke continued to roll out. I slowly walked