Shortly after N moved to a small town in WV, B and I went down to visit. She had only been in the rental house for a few weeks and still hadn't completely settled in but we barged in anyway and she graciously welcomed us. It was a large, older, kinda dark, 2 storied house with basement, but she didn't have access to the entire house. The landlady only rented out certain parts of the house and kept the rest locked. N had access to the entire first floor except for ...one...locked...room. Mmmmmm. After a few hours of enjoyable reminiscing, some instigator (don't remember who) brought up the subject of the locked room. "Why won't she let you use the entire house?" "I don't know." Aren't you curious about that room?" "No." "Wonder what's in that room that she doesn't want you to see?" "She said it was some of her personal stuff." "Personal stuff as in papers?, furniture?, stolen goods?, previous tenants that went missing?" Silence. "I don't have the key" Success!!! She was willing. Old house, old door, old skeleton key lock, a piece of coathanger, bend the end a little, jiggle it in the lock, re-bend three or four more times, CLICK. "Open it." "You open it." "It's your house." Looking over our shoulders to make sure sinister landlady wasn't lurking about, we opened the door and the three sleuth sisters stepped into the forbidden room.
Nothing. A few pieces of furniture and that was it. Letdown? Not at all. It was the adventure of getting there that was the fun part. Now to lock it back up so no one will know. The real mystery here is why the landlady would feel the need to lock up some old furniture. Mmmmmm?