I have a disclaimer. This is my second version. I received many lovely comments on the first version and I thank you all for them. But it was clear that no one actually knew what I was writing about, so I have rewritten the story so it is more obvious and not cryptic at all.
Thank you for your indulgence:
THE SECRET ROOM
When they broke through the sheetrock, they found the secret room, walls still covered in ancient flowery wallpaper, faded, but intact.
All those stories we’d heard, but never really believed; stories about this room, this tomb, hidden within the walls of the old mansion.
They said he couldn’t stop grieving; he laid her to rest in the study next to his bedroom. He wouldn’t let them bury her. The maids hung garlands of lavender from the picture rail. The seeds covered the floor and the basket of bones next to the hearth, where she once lay at her master’s feet.