A hidden doorway. It could just be a closet, but by the rather unique look of the door, my best guess is that it holds secrets that Oisin would rather keep concealed.

I should trust him. Maybe just ask him and he'll spill the tea on it. 

But if I let him know that I know, I may never get another chance at seeing where this leads.

The metal shelves are stacked with bath salts, extra shampoos and conditioners, toilet paper, but mostly towels, which have been depleted. I quickly move everything off the shelving so I can move it out far enough for me to sneak by. I just need enough room to slip through the door.

Seems like Oisin uses this door often because the selves are on wheels. I didn't notice them until it was time to pull the shelving from the wall. This makes my decision easier: I have to open the door now.

The tiny brass rose doorknob turns easily in my hand. The only sound is the lock moving from the socket when I first turn the knob - not even the hinges squeak. How often is this door used?

Pulling it open, I sidestep into a room that seems familiar to me.

It's cold, no fire lit and is of course windowless like the other rooms on this floor. It matches Oisin's room size but the layout is different. So the bathroom was at one time shared, but with who?

The stone walls have roots popping out, even some fungi and moss. It smells like a damp forest. It's almost as eerily silent as one can be as well.

Large intricate oriental rugs line the floor, tattered and torn. They look to all be rich reds with purples and highlights of gold. I can see the light coming in from the hallway door and from the bathroom. A few steps further in and it's too dark to see anything.

"Did you get lost, lass?"

Oh shit.

"Just curious..." I slowly turned to see Oisin in the doorway, one that is too small for him, only his back is lit, but I can tell from his tone he's not happy.

He moves into the room and turns on the light.

Because we are in the 21st century and have electricity. Duh.

Looking around I see 2 large wooden tables that look like they are straight out of an old timey science lab. Cabinets from floor to ceiling with mainly clear or brown glass bottles with various items and liquids in them. A step ladder that looks in need of repair stands in between one of the large tables and the wall of cabinets. The other large wooden table is a replica of the first and is next to it but horizontally, making a nice large desk area. Handwritten pages cover part of the desk and at the foot of them are multiple journals. Some are stuffed with extra pages popping out. The hallway door is on the opposite wall. Near the bathroom where I came in, there is a brown whicker table and 2 matching chairs with dusty looking cushions that might have once been white but aren't at the moment. A lone tea cup and saucer left on it. To the left of where I came in I can see hooks with various robes, a few have designs on them of what looks like butterflies and flower petals, a delicate transparent one needs no explanation, and a few silk ones ranging from warm oranges to deep purple, similar to the dress I wore to the werewolf party.

There is a lounge chair that looks well used. Did this person nap or faint often? Maybe she wore coresets...

The fabric of the pillow, a jacquard fabric is adorned with golden frills, matching the golden bolts holding up the same fabric on the chaise lounge chair, although the green is more worn in certain areas. The wood is unsurprisingly a red hue with a shiny lacquer.

The same wood makes up the queen sized four post bed at the other end of the room. It's up against the wall, so that means someone was sleeping alone or they were very close with the other person in the bed. Intimate even since one would have to crawl over the other to get out of the bed. The white sheets look a bit musty and the heavy luxurious wine red comforter and pillow covers look like they haven't been moved in years. A small circular pillow looks like it's made out of the same martial and in style as the lounge. And a matching nightstand, dresser, and closet sit unopened with little do-dads and an old gold and frosted white glass lamp. The room has had above head lighting installed like many of the rooms. They remind me of those long rectangular lights in office buildings and schools, but these are less harsh on the eyes. A few standing lamps around turned on when Oisin flipped the switch. He must have had them installed so he could come in here without the need of a fire or candle to light up the room. The fireplace is outlined with markings into the stone - possibly ancient symbols or ruins. It's on same side of the wall as the head of the bed, which makes sense if I think of this as a lovers quarters at the end of the underground hallway. 

I can sense love, joy, excitement but also great pain, loss, and depression. My nose picks up on the smell of a candle burning out. Tears fill my eyes and I wrap my arms around myself. Large arms come around me and I feel as though my heart has been torn from my chest. I gasp for air, feeling Oisin's tears dropping on my skin, his mouth muttering something in Gaelic between wet kisses on the back of my neck and shoulders.

That's when I pass out.