Hector tried pressing it, but it didn't budge. He tried pressing harder, but still nothing.
Hmm. Had he been wrong?
'Try one more time.' Garovel grabbed his shoulder, and Hector felt the undead strength surge through his muscles.
He did as the reaper requested. The stone resisted still, but only at first. It sunk deep into the wall, and Hector heard a kind of a rumbling click.
Abruptly, an opening in the seemingly dirt floor appeared, popping up like the trunk of a car and throwing a large cloud of dust into the air.
'Well, shit,' said Garovel.
Hector had a pretty good idea why he was saying that.
'That right there is a room only accessible to someone with superhuman strength,' the reaper said.
'Yes, it is...'
'And combined with your clue about the lock, then it's suddenly looking like a servant used to live here.'
'Yeah...'
'It's not proof that they were responsible to the mysterious deaths, buuut...'
'Not looking good, is it?'
'Not one bit.'
They descended into the lower room.
As Hector shined his flashlight around in the pitch blackness, it quickly became apparent that this hidden chamber was not empty like the rest of the house.
There were tables and shelves everywhere. Piles of documents and books. An old, bulb-shaped lamp.
Hector tried flipping the switch on the lamp, but it remained dark.
'I'd be worried if that thing had turned on,' said Garovel. 'That would mean someone was paying the electric bill.'
Hector inspected the nearest table more closely and began sifting through the documents thereon with his flashlight. There were lots of numbers and names, seemingly. Maybe street addresses as well. Hector couldn't really make heads or tails of most of it.
He tried another table, this one larger, and rifled through its drawers until he found a stack of small papers which seemed to have more substantial writing on them:
Citizenry still largely unaware of reaper presence. Recommend renewal of quarantine status.Hector's eyes widened.
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