Locked Door

Radiance stood and swept in the document room. There was a dedicated archivist at the First Chapel of Verana, but people so rarely ever requested documents that the archivist was more part time though they got paid for full-time work. Most people in Vale were no longer interested in religion, let alone old documents decaying away in a chapel’s archive room. She was really the only one that seemed to care aside from the chaplain who occasionally came in to check. They really did just leave the document room to her. No, nobody knew that she was the one taking care of the room, but they just left it to ‘the ghost.’ She made her presence known quite often even if it expended a lot of energy to interact with the world of the living. She put the broom against the wall and let out a breath, absolutely exhausted from the energy expenditure. She had learned to minimise expenditure and how to use things to maximum effect, but still. Aura without a body was a hard thing. But she had long forgotten what bodies were like. She felt no hunger nor pain nor exhaustion in the sense living people did. She could feel her energy deplete, but she no longer needed sleep, just time not doing anything to recuperate. She walked around the document room, occasionally moving something back into its place as she remembered it. However, she frowned when she saw something odd. A door? How had she never noticed it before? A tiny door that a child could fit through. She’d been here for over a century yet she hadn’t seen it before. How curious. She really didn’t know what to make of it. Thankfully, the living world posed no barrier to her and she phased through the wall above the door. She looked around. Tons of old pictures of varying types. Many paintings but also old photos that appeared to be from her time. This was a storage room for old pictures, apparently… The dust lay thick over the pictures and she could only imagine how a living person would react to the thick layer that covered practically everything. She would have to let the chaplain know, but finding someone that could fit through the door would be hard. It was small and low to the ground, definitely not something that a full-grown adult could go through. This room did raise a lot of questions, but it was also pretty mundane. Probably just a place to store old styles as they went out of fashion. She probably shouldn’t worry about it, but she really did want to let someone know about this…