The Locked Door

Part 4

Finally Jaya shut the front door on the men and with a determined stride she walked into the second bedroom. Standing in front of the door, she inspected it. It looked like an ordinary door but did it lead to a cupboard or a room? Jaya walked back into the hall and then into the main bedroom that shared one wall. She studied the three spaces and came to the conclusion that it could be a room. There appeared to be an area that was unaccounted for. Jaya walked back into the second bedroom and once again looked at the door. Why on earth would her grandparents have blocked off a whole room? It didn’t make sense. 

Jaya stepped towards the door. It was time to find out what this was all about. She put out her hand and grabbed the handle. Taking a deep breath she gripped it and turned and….nothing. The door was locked. “Damn” Jaya said out loud. She tried again, she shook it and tried to force it but it stayed locked.

 

Jaya sank down onto the floor and sat with her back resting against the wall next to the door. She turned her head and looked at the handle, keys that was what she needed, keys. Jaya rolled to her feet. She had found any amount of keys whilst she was clearing out the house and collected them altogether. Could one of them be the key to the door? It was a possibility. But what the hell had she done with them?

For the next half an hour Jaya undid a lot of the work she had done searching for the keys. She unpacked box after box all the while hoping the keys hadn’t been in the things she had given away. Finally when the living room floor was covered in stuff she found what she was looking for. She had put all the keys she found into a plastic container and there were a lot of them. Picking up the container Jaya went back to the door.

But ten minutes later she knew the same sense of anticlimax she had felt when she found the door was locked, none of the keys fitted. Sitting down on the floor again Jaya assessed her options. Maybe her mother knew something she thought. She had lived in the house after all. Getting up she went to find her phone. It was in the kitchen and lifting herself up to sit on the bench she called her mother.