The Forgotten Key

om that had been calling out to me since I first saw the old mansion. The door creaked open, revealing a small,

ted to the dim light, and I began to make out the shapes of objects scattered around the room.

. It was covered in dust and cobwebs, and I could tell it hadn't been

t outline of something hidden inside. With trembling hands, I reached in and pulled out

nlocking the secrets of the forgotten mansion. The book was filled with old maps, sketche

was something different about it. There was a room marked on the map that I h

f the mansion, searching for any clues that would lead me to the hidden room. I spent hours wander

k in the wall. With a sense of excitement and anticipation, I pushe

the mansion, my heart racing with excitement.

es beyond my wildest dreams. There were old books, paintings,

ecial. Something that had been forgotten for far too long. And as I made my way back out of