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Kevin heard Clark's response clearly and reached for the third bookshelf in the bedroom. "Clark, something's not right! It won't open!" Kevin conveyed his confusion to Clark via a video call. Clark pointed to a book in front of Kevin and said, "Book." Kevin didn't initially understand why Clark mentioned the book. Nevertheless, he gently moved the book as suggested, and a hidden door, cleverly disguised as a bookshelf, slowly opened. Upon seeing the hidden door, Kevin couldn't help but exclaim in his mind, 'Damn! There really is a secret room!'

"Yes, Michael." I turn to look at Roman and say; "Let's see if we can get this door open, shall we?" I walk closer to the door. I step on a flat piece of rock, and I hear a click sound on the other side of the door. I try to push, but the door is not moving. I start to feel around the frame to see if I can not detect something that might stick out. I feel three-round pieces sticking out of the frame. One is on the left side, the other on the right, and the last one on the top part of the frame. I call out;

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

This time, when I checked, there were strange signs. I turned the door. It didn't close. The top-right corner of the cabinet frame was split open. The crack had eaten deep into the wood, twisting the entire frame. The door brushed against one side and then popped out, leaving a clear gap. The hinges were still intact, but nothing held them in alignment anymore. "Shit!" I stopped immediately and called out, "David. I need you." David, who was checking something on his computer, stood up immediately. He walked straight over to me.

Damon looked at me with a slight look of amusement on his face and a hint of something else I couldn't really focus on right now. I was in battle with a padlock that had the audacity not to break when I told it to. "Need some help?" "No! I. Got. This." I ground out between clenched teeth. With a final tug, the lock snapped open. It didn't break or crumble in my hands, like I wanted it to, it just snapped open. That was it. This one must be of higher quality. Surely. I pulled the chains that were holding the doors together off and let them fall to the ground.

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.

But I can’t help but feel scared. “Come out, come out, wherever you are”, I hear Leo’s voice again as he tries to open Layla’s door. The handle moves, but the door won’t budge. Mine would probably fly if someone did that. I look at the door, but all I see moving is the handle and nothing else. Leo starts banging his fists on the door.

A gap, barely visible, between the shelf and the wall. My breath caught. It was not attached to the wall. The bookshelf was not built in like I had always assumed. It was freestanding. Which meant it could move. I moved to the side, placing my hands on the edge of the shelf. It was heavy, solid wood loaded with books. But as I applied pressure, pushing experimentally, I felt it give way. Just slightly. Just enough to confirm my suspicion. This wasn't just a bookshelf. It was a door.

There is some steam evaporating as I look at it. The way is paved with limestones. It's not slippery which is good. The grass was trimmed and most of the trees were pruned as well. I immediately opened the huge door. I tried pushing and pulling but it won't budge. I found out, it was a sliding door made of black oak.

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.