Stored toys in the mansion

Date: 8/25/2017

I was visiting an old childhood house of mine to see how it had changed over the years. This scenario has played out a couple of times. This time, I first looked through the front bedroom window, the room which my half sister and I shared. The walls were painted a deep burgundy color, but the pastel butterfly and wallpaper trim was still there. Upon entering, I found myself in an enormous foyer of what looked like a mansion: white marble tile floors, a deep red twisted staircase with a dark wood banister, oil paintings, and a soaring high ceiling. I began to explore the house and all of it's twists and turns, when I began to notice these strange little doors throughout. They were small, and painted to blend into the walls that they were flush against. Each door opened to a tiny hiding-hole. By the smell, I could tell that each room was made up of wood; brightly painted and patterned, like those activity board toys one may play with as a young child. Some of these wooden rooms also contained old toys or what looked like old Golden Books. After poking around and finding a bunch of these holes, I came back downstairs and thanked the owner -the face of which I don't remember- for letting me in to see my old house, and how much it's changed.