The Red Room.
The houses, their walls, secret passages can sometimes enclose tremendous secrets. It seems that the mansion I was invited to also hid a great secret. I will tell you about this.
It all started when I was invited to my friend's party. The gates of the mansion were opened invitingly allowing all the guests in. The external façade of the mansion showed its ancient origin. On the wall by the side of ht door was a sign. It said 'The Alexanders'. This was written in bold, brass letters. I entered through the high, heavy dark oak doors. I gazed all around from the deep-toned designs to the conviences of the room. A soft, melodic music murmured in the background while the guests walked around, talking quietly with each other. The tranquil atmosphere soothed every person in the enormous room. The ornaments were of silver. The portraits on the vast walls had gold gilt decorated frames. They showed mysterious people from long age gazing at their audience.
In the middle of the broad corridor there was a white marble staircase that ascended upwards to the second floor. On either side of the staircase there was iron banisters finely worked with a pattern of flowers.
Curiosity filled me. I began to climb the marble staircase. I placed one hand on the iron balustrade and ascended slowly step by step. When I'd reached the top of the stairs, I looked along the hallway. Precious tapestries paneled the hall. The riot of colors reflected a golden gleam. As I examined the hallway I noticed a passage behind an abbreviated tapestry. I walked along the echoing passage which led me to a door. The floor was covered with a fine dust. When I'd reached the door I put out my hand to the brass door knob. It felt icy cold. I turned it slowly and pushed the heavy door. It opened without any sound and I walked cautiously into the darkness of the room. Suddenly, the door behind me closed... As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I noticed a candle on the small table. Fortunately there was also a box of matches next to it. I struck a match and lit the candle. The room was a contrast to the other rooms in the mansion. Dust was evenly distributed on the surroundings and the furniture creaked on the tired floor. In the center of the room there was a large piano and the stout couch with an armchair beside it. On the sideboard there were bottles of drinks. The large mahogany table stood alone.
The houses, their walls, secret passages can sometimes enclose tremendous secrets. It seems that the mansion I was invited to also hid a great secret. I will tell you about this.
It all started when I was invited to my friend's party. The gates of the mansion were opened invitingly allowing all the guests in. The external façade of the mansion showed its ancient origin. On the wall by the side of ht door was a sign. It said 'The Alexanders'. This was written in bold, brass letters. I entered through the high, heavy dark oak doors. I gazed all around from the deep-toned designs to the conviences of the room. A soft, melodic music murmured in the background while the guests walked around, talking quietly with each other. The tranquil atmosphere soothed every person in the enormous room. The ornaments were of silver. The portraits on the vast walls had gold gilt decorated frames. They showed mysterious people from long age gazing at their audience.
In the middle of the broad corridor there was a white marble staircase that ascended upwards to the second floor. On either side of the staircase there was iron banisters finely worked with a pattern of flowers.
Curiosity filled me. I began to climb the marble staircase. I placed one hand on the iron balustrade and ascended slowly step by step. When I'd reached the top of the stairs, I looked along the hallway. Precious tapestries paneled the hall. The riot of colors reflected a golden gleam. As I examined the hallway I noticed a passage behind an abbreviated tapestry. I walked along the echoing passage which led me to a door. The floor was covered with a fine dust. When I'd reached the door I put out my hand to the brass door knob. It felt icy cold. I turned it slowly and pushed the heavy door. It opened without any sound and I walked cautiously into the darkness of the room. Suddenly, the door behind me closed... As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I noticed a candle on the small table. Fortunately there was also a box of matches next to it. I struck a match and lit the candle. The room was a contrast to the other rooms in the mansion. Dust was evenly distributed on the surroundings and the furniture creaked on the tired floor. In the center of the room there was a large piano and the stout couch with an armchair beside it. On the sideboard there were bottles of drinks. The large mahogany table stood alone.
