Dark Wishes Designs - A Life in Miniature

Eleanor painstakingly wrenched the nails out of the wood which creaked and protested as she did so. The wood was rotten in places, splintering and giving way without much of a fight, the smell of festering damp invading her nostrils. Once she had managed to remove all of the pieces she found herself looking at an ill fitting, old wooden door with a filthy upper panel of glass. The glass was so dirty and scratched she couldn't see anything through it even when she rubbed off an obvious patch of grime. The door did not even look like it belonged there, it didn't look original.    What was so terrible that it needed to be boarded in? She didn't feel that the story of the collapsed roof held much truth. Surely you could just have placed furniture in front of the door and not used the room? Or just locked the door and said it was out of use?  At this point Eleanor reached for the handle and attempted to open it. It was of course, locked.  A crystal clear image sprang into...