The Secret Room — Mario V. Farina

Hazel, my lovely wife, had been to a course where she had learned a technique of reading brain waves. Unfortunately, I was the first person she was trying it on and had gotten the impression that there was a secret room in our ancient home. Nothing I could say would dissuade her from searching for it. Was there such a room? Was it hiding sinister secrets? There was a search. This story tells about it.