The dance teacher's house

Having grown up in the same dance company for 13 years, I thought it would be nice to go back when I was in the area back in March. My aging teacher lives in this rambling Victorian mansion that seemed to be a dust-filled maze of dark hallways and creaky floors when I was younger. Sequined leotards and errant dance shoes of all sizes seemed to litter the house that smelled of spicy rotting wood and velvet. The rumored presence of a secret passageway made it all the more exciting at the tender age of 5.