September 11, 2009
I love the notion of "the eyes, they follow you", secret rooms hidden behind revolving armoires, a long box of money stashed under a floorboard, safes carved into books, sliding panels that lead to a maze of underground tunnels. I love the idea of mirrors whose reflections do not match what stands before them, clocks that stop at the moment someone dies, and of putting a key from the 1920s in my front door and, upon entering, finding the place exactly as it would've looked then. In reality, these things would freak me out. But the notions, oh so thrilling!