... not even noticing a dark, five o'clock shadow had formed on your face where you were clean shaven only minutes ago. Your face itches from the new development of hair where there had been none and you scratch somewhat absentmindedly, not really paying any attention to what you were doing. Knowing that you had to get back to what you were doing, you imagine the room without a moon and in a quick shimmer, the light faded and the basement was back to normal... well normal for that house after all.
As you walk up the stairs into the newly renovated and updated living room, you begin thinking to yourself. I wonder what is really possible with this place. If the house can change or create something from nothing, what is it's limitations? Can I go anywhere in the world, can I see what the greatest scholars would love to watch, can it affect me? You shake your head, knowing that you yourself can't be changed, but anything connected to the house, anything inanimate can be shaped to look how you wanted.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. You remember how as a kid, even still, you liked secret passages and hidden rooms. It gave you a thrill to know about something so secretive. You begin looking around the house, looking for something that would give way to a secret room in the house or even so much as an unknown passage that could lead somewhere new and foreign. Slowly though, as your search came to an end, you find that there was no secret passage in the house which left you feeling disappointed. As you go to sit down in the kitchen, you begin wanting a secret room and a hidden passage there.
When you finally end your sulking, you get up to go about your business and find something to eat as your stomach was grumbling already. You look around the refrigerator and find nothing of interest to fulfill your hunger, but as you were about to close the door, a large and thick uncooked steak that was still in it's package caught your eye. You shrug your shoulder and go to cook it as it would satisfy things for now, but when you went to cook it on the already heating frying pan the thought of ruining the raw meat and all it's flavor, disgusted you. Tearing apart the package with your bare hands felt good and when the meat was free you began to tear at it, savoring how good it tasted and how more satisfied you were because of it.
When you were done, you began to walk back through the hallway to the living room when something in the sitting area just beyond the kitchen caught your eye. There was a bookshelf built into the wall that you realize you never saw before. Of course, you hadn't really explored the house since it became renovated, so you never caught it in the first place. You walk over to the shelving and look through the titles. Most of the books were designed to be informative, filled with hundreds of pages of useless information. You look through the titles and find that you had the complete set of "Encyclopedia Britannica", but two above it caught your interest more. One book was titled "Werewolves: They Are Real" and "Of Wolf And Man". Curious about them both, you pulled out "Werewolves: They Are Real" and started paging through them. You quickly find that they were documented pictures of human beings transforming into anthro looking wolves. As you continued flipping through the pages, you realize that you were straining against the fabric of your pants, finding that the transformation images turned you on. You think about how you would like to relieve yourself in a secret area if you had one, but sigh knowing that you didn't.
Since you were alone in the house, you really didn't need a secret area, but your thoughts insist on the fact that it would be nice... even though you could get off right there with no repercussion. You keep the picture book in hand and then go for "Of Wolf And Man" since it was the other title that peaked your interest. As you go to pull it out, you find some resistance to it coming out, even though nothing was really preventing it from moving. You put a finger on the top of the binding, just to get leverage on it and you pull down, somewhat hard and hear a loud mechanical click. Suddenly, you watch with your eyes widening and your jaw slacking slightly, as the fireplace next to where you were standing opened toward you just enough for a person your size to fit. Utter joy and glee fills you completely, overflowing all of your other senses. You keep the picture book in hand and you move into the secret hallway. As you step completely inside, the fireplace closes with a slam behind you and then torches magically light and bring illumination to the secret passage.
Following the way before you, you look around while walking slowly, catching every detail of the small space as you headed somewhere beyond your knowledge. The walls were old, quite possibly the bones of the true Howlings Hall, made of brick and mortar with old cobwebs clinging to them. Continuing on, you reach the end with a single, contemporary wooden door. You could feel your heart jump as you reached out to touch the handle and open the door. You reach out and with a jiggle of the handle, the door slowly opens the room and reveals...