Asking questions
“We just thought you might know more about its history,” Mike pressed gently. “Strange things have been happening, noises in the night, and now this hidden room.” The old woman’s lips tightened as if she were suppressing something. “I’m sorry,” she said abruptly, cutting him off. “There’s nothing more I can tell you. Maybe it’s just your imagination.” Her hands trembled as she spoke.
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