Day 1

Prompt: Why was there a secret door in the back of her closet? Why had it just opened? And what could possibly be down the steps?

As she bent to pick up another pair of shoes that had never been worn, she noticed a tiny sliver of light in the corner of her immaculate closet. Jason always kept it a little too tidy for her own taste, but there was no fighting him on it. No point, at least. She pressed forward, reaching into the illumined corner and wondering what she would find. She certainly did not expect that her bejeweled fingers would find a crease that would push open like a doorway. Not like a doorway. It WAS a doorway.

'What in the...' Eliza mumbled to herself, as she dared to step further into the darkness. 'Please take me to Narnia. Please take me to Narnia.' As she pushed the door open, she knew that she would not be taken to a magical land, and instead found herself in a den of lies. She gingerly moved forward, one hesitant step after another, her bare feet touching the crisp cold stones that formed an almost medieval floor. She felt a chill crawl up her spine and knew that it would not be the first in this little excursion. 

'Does Jason know about this?' she briefly thought to herself. But her question was quickly answered as she stared blankly at the large desk in front of her. It was covered in papers smeared with his handwriting. None of it really made any sense to her. Some of it was in languages she didn't know he spoke, while other pages had more equations than a physicist's white board. She didn't know what to make of any of it. 

Then it caught her attention: the photographs that practically formed a wallpaper for the unseen room. She wasn't sure how she hadn't noticed them up until this point. There was nothing inconspicuous about them. They covered every inch of the wall, some pointing to places on a large map while others were coated in tiny post-it notes and apparent potential theories. What struck her the most was that these photos did not show her strangers. Instead, they forced the mystery to spiral farther and her thoughts to blur into a haze as she blurted out, "What the hell does my father have to do with this?"