14 February 2013
Juliette stood before the vast arched doorway; a simple welcome mat lay beneath her feet, which seemed uncharacteristically out of place for such an historical house. Another concealed security camera followed her every move.
She removed the silver key from her pocket and positioned it comfortably in the lock. It turned with ease. Systematically she opened the large timber framed door. At once, she was engulfed by the myriad of energy from within the house. Different sensations suddenly drifted over and pinched her body, then left as quickly as they had arrived. Still, composed and poised, she looked at her surroundings, remembering the instructions. The dark entrance hall was lit by a single gas lamp, that flickered uneasily in the shadow; a small Bohemian vase took centre stage on the dark mahogany console.
'Left hand door,' she silently mouthed and walked in its direction; her Louboutin's echoing on the stone floor, while mentally noting step two was now complete.
She turned the cast iron handle and entered a narrow oak panelled corridor, again lit by a single gas lamp. The flame danced in the direction she was needed. The room she wanted was at the other end; this time the door was slightly ajar. Juliette paused briefly, inhaled the perfumed air, and opened the door. Just as the vellum had instructed, there was a velvet chaise lounge adorned with another box; this time it was open.
Τhε Bοχ. III • Opuss № I