Debbie.
He moved. And I didn’t argue. I followed, right behind him, as we walked out of the cinema room, straight towards his own room.
We got in there. I closed the door behind me, my feet cold in fear and anticipation.
But Rex didn’t stop. He moved further into the room, walking to a small shelf. He pulled a book on the shelf.
Instantly,
I heard a cracking sound. Then I watched as part of the wall started to shift, pulling open, revealing a… passage.
He stepped into it.
He didn’t turn to confirm if I followed. But I did.
I followed him.
As I stepped into the dimly lit passage, I couldn’t help but wonder… What is this place?
Why does he have a secret place in his own room?
And what are we doing inside it?
We kept on moving, through stairs.
It was like we were going deeper und
