Zombologist Book 1 Zombie Hunters (Zomboligist Series) by TJ Lynn Read Free Book Online Page B

the initiative and with Dillon taking up the rear
the three started downward. They entered a completely renovated, large walk out
basement hosting a game room, recreation room and theater wing. They walked past
all of this and stopped before a massive bookcase.
    Dye, just like in the old haunted-movie theatrics, pulled a
tarnished scone and the book case slid aside. Giggling like a school girl,
Willis bowed slightly and with another after you wave of his hand, followed Jana
and Dillon into the darkness.
     
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    The steps went down for at least three floors before ending
in a narrow entry way. One lone bulb hung from the ceiling barely casting any
light into the tiny space. Here in the bowels of the house it was damp and sour
smelling. Jana noticed a clump of mold clinging to an upper corner just above
the door jamb.
    “I loved the eccentrics of this old home. This was once an
old wine cellar and speakeasy during prohibition.” Mr. Dye explained. “I
replaced the walls when remodeling the walk-out basement and found these stairs.
Very convenient I would say. I added the swinging bookcase later. Don’t you just
love the hair-raising haunted house movie effect? Real life secret rooms,
swinging bookcases as well as alive dead bodies; Oh yes, I have it all.” once
again speaking with a girlish delight.
    “I haven’t redone the rickety old stairs yet, or this cell
like access way. I like the feel of the sinister atmosphere.” 
    His amusement in this whole situation was beginning to wear
on Dillon’s nerves, but Jana didn’t seem to mind. Actually she seemed very
enchanted with Willis Dye and the spooky house idea. Jana always loved the old
classic haunted-house movies, complete with secret passages and old family
secrets.
    Willis opened the door. Sensor lights instantly sprung to
life and the room beyond came into view. Squinting against the sudden glare,
Jana and Dillon could make out a room about the size of a 16 lane bowling alley,
divided into 2 equally proportioned sections, separated by a long narrow
hallway.
    If this used to be the speakeasy then this was
completely gutted and remodeled, within the last five years at least, Jana
guessed.
    Directly in front of her, the left portion of the old
speakeasy was blocked by a pair of 11 foot high, swinging, stainless steel
double doors. Through the glass windows she could clearly see an aisle that ran
about 10 feet and led to a freight elevator easily big enough to hold a set of
good size elephants.  The hallway turned and Jana couldn’t see anymore.
    Jana tried to remember how the estate was laid out and
where the elevator would be above ground. She thought the eight car garage or
any of the three out buildings, which consisted of the pool house, gardeners
shed or guest house.  Wasn’t there a stable close to the house? She couldn’t be
sure. She wasn’t even sure which direction from the main house they faced. She
really sucked at directions. Dillon would know. He possessed the innate sense of
direction that she lacked.
    Directly to her right was a completely different area.
Behind a large double stone archway was an immense ‘gentleman’s style’ room
complete with hanging chandeliers.  Deep red oriental rugs interwoven with rich
golden design covered a lavishly polished dark oak wood floor. A bar also
crafted with dark wood flanked the far wall and ran the entire length of the
wall. Behind the bar, glass shelves held countless bottles of hard liquor and
behind that, large mirrors ran from ceiling to floor.
    Along the right wall sat several large overstuffed black
leather couches and recliners but instead of facing each other as for
conversation, they all faced the wall directly in front of them, which was a
solid sheet of clear dark glass, completely dark behind. A faint smell of cigar
smoke hung in the air.
    Dye quickly dimmed the lights in that room, but they had
got the feel of the room and had a good