Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Rosemary and I put our clothes back on and made our way up to my room in the garret. She of course wanted to see the secret door for herself. When I showed her the latch in the sconce she was amazed, but even more so as the door swung open. Time was of the essence, so we didn't take a lot of time looking, but after grabbing the flashlights made our way down the ladder to the basement level, so she could see for herself what Michael and I had found. Her initial reaction, as I expected was horror, but once she got over her reaction we got busy looking for other doors. There were two passages that opened off of the basement room, but we didn't concern ourselves with them just yet, thinking our time would be better served finding the two entrances we know of.

We climbed the ladder to the first floor platform, but didn't find an obvious latch mechanism. I decided to climb back up the ladder, rather than make Rosemary do the climbing, and once at the top in order to save batteries on the flashlights I tied a halogen work light to a long extension cord and lowered it carefully down to Rosemary, who tied it to the ladder. When I plugged it in she would have all of the light she could use.

Hurrying down to the first floor I called Rosemary on the cell phone and went to the pantry, which I was certain, had to be the most logical, and closest place to the door. I left off all lights, hoping I could find some glimmer from the light on the other side that would indicate the door, but no luck. I knocked on the wall, but Rosemary did not hear me. I yelled, but again, no luck. I told her to pound on the wall on her side with a hammer. I could hear it, but only faintly. It didn't sound like it was here, so I told Rosemary to keep knocking while I checked out the kitchen and found nothing. I was really getting puzzled.

It wasn't until I stepped into the library that I could hear the knocking more loudly, but as it was coming from behind the center set of bookshelves on the wall I wasn't really sure how to find a latch. My biggest concern was finding something changed in the room during the ownership by the insurance company, but these shelves looked to be original, with much the same style of construction as those in my room. The knocking though came from behind the center shelves, which made finding a latch more difficult. One thing was for certain, it would be creative.

I asked Rosemary to please climb the ladder and come back down to help me find the latch. In a quick perusal of the area I certainly didn't find anything that looked unusual or out of place. There were no sconces, or any other wall mountings for that matter, neither could I find a loose piece on the shelving or mouldings that would be a possible latch. By the time Rosemary got back down to the first floor it was pushing 1:30. We weren't going to be able to look much longer if we intended to be reasonably alert when Grandpa arrived in the morning. In fact, I was tired enough that I wasn't really sure how effective I was in my search.

"What about something in the desk?" I shrugged.

"I don't think so. I think somebody would have found it accidentally in all of the years that desk has been used."

Rosemary sat down on the end of the desk and looked across the room trying to think of anything we had missed. "It has got to be something simple, Justin. Somebody wanting to use the door wouldn't be doing it in front of people, so it has to be something quick and simple that he could open it and get through it without getting caught."

I sat down next to her, really starting to feel the long day wearing on me. My brain was shutting down, and I kept finding myself looking at a closet door in an inset in the wall at the end of the book cases. Something about it bugged me, but what I couldn't say. My eyes kept returning to it. Finally I got up and walked over to the closet. "Rosemary, why do you think they would put a clothes closet here?"

"I suppose it was for hanging up their coats and things."

"Where is the closest door?"

"It's the front door, through the parlor and foyer."

"Exactly. Why would they put a coat closet in the library?" I opened the door, and found just a regular coat closet, with a couple of shelves for hats. There was nothing unusual about it at all. Four hooks on either side, shelves on either side and across the back, and a closet rod across two thirds of the way to the rear. "What am I missing? Everything is as it should be here."

"Maybe what you mean is everything looks like it should here."

I tugged on each of the coat hooks and tried to wiggle the shelves, but nothing budged. The coat hooks turned on their screws, just as normal. I shook the bar, but it was solid. I turned around to look at Rosemary, saying, "See, everything is normal here," but as I was turning around I twisted the bar in my hand and the back wall of the closet swung open. We had found the door, but it was on a different wall than expected. Whoever built this place definitely was a master craftsman and had a devious mind.

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