Chapter 158: Door Of Truth Ii (1/2)

It was dark both inside the room and outside since it was already getting late.

My flashlight simply illuminated a blank darkness.

I put it down and used both hands to pry open the door fully.

It was very tough, which made me wonder what the hinges of ancient doors were made of.

Wood or metal?

No matter which, time would've caused them both to rot and rust.

After much effort, I finally got the door open wide enough to squeeze a person through.

I shone my light in once more and was surprised to note that it was actually quite s.p.a.cious in there.

I slipped through the gap and the moment my foot landed on the floor, a dust cloud rose up.

Under the light, I could see the dust particles fluttering and flying upward.

The sudden surge of dust carried a musty smell that a.s.saulted my nostrils, causing me to cough a few times.

I pulled my collar up to cover my nose and started breathing with my mouth.

There were about eight wooden tables in the room.

I was disappointed to see that there was nothing on the tables.

I had been fantasizing about the things I would find in this room for the past few years.

The reality was a disappointment, but I was somewhat at peace.

If I had been greeted by something else, I might not have been able to handle it.

I inspected my surroundings carefully and the one and only window in the room caught my eye.

I thought about opening it to let some fresh air in; the dusty air was starting to give me dizzy spells.

I walked over and looked down through the window.

It overlooked the bustling road on the other side of the church. Cars were zooming by every few seconds.

Upon a closer look, I noticed that the window frames were made, old-fas.h.i.+onedly, of wood.

There was no gla.s.s, only wooden crisscrossed strips.

It came as no surprise, then, that dust would enter and collect.

I checked the four corners of the window and unhitched it inward.

Bells sounds rang.

I let it down gently and more faint bells sounded.

I shone the light on the window and discovered a hidden row of fragmented little bells.

They never would've been seen if the window wasn't pulled down.

They were connected through a thread.

The thread was already broken, but at the end of it was a cavity.

I wondered what was the purpose of the bells.

They were definitely there to get the attention of the people in the attic.

I looked down the cavity and figured that it was a thread to reach the people downstairs.

Probably a corridor downstairs.

I started to get excited.

Things were getting interesting.

It looked like this place wasn't just an ordinary attic after all. There must be some underlying secret behind it.

I looked back into the attic.

I placed the flashlight on one of the four dust covered tables.

Thud.

Why did that sound so crisp?

I knocked on the table gently before giving it a hard push. The table was unexpectedly solid.

It sounded hollow yet it was completely solid?  Strange.

I tried lifting the table but only the wooden board came off.