This door too stuck ever so slightly, though not as much as the closet door.  As she passed by one of the boxes the dust cloth covering it shifted slightly.  It seemed almost to be moving of it's own accord, but must have just been the passage of her body past it.  Certainly the image of the cloth lifting up towards her was just her imagination and nothing else.  Throwing open the other door she found what was obviously a sitting room or living room of sorts.  A couch sat along the far wall, a table in front of it, and two chairs in front of that.  Also in the room along the wall to her right two high backed leather chairs that gleamed when her lantern struck them.  Unlike everything else in this manor, they seemed free of dust, and looked almost as they had been oiled recently, the leather looking soft and supple.<br/><br/>The couch on the other hand seemed dusty and dull, and the chairs across from it as well.  Though there was a bottle sitting on the table, wine perhaps?  As well as several paintings on the walls that drew the eye.<br/><br/>She could also see out of the windows that night had fallen, and the thin sliver of moon light that shone down cast practically no light into the room through dust and grime covered windows.