Masking Tape

When they finally got the awful textured wallpaper off, they discovered the door.  It had been painted over a dozen times.  The paint was so thick that you could barely see the outline of the frame.

“Where do you think it even goes?” he asked, working with the chisel.  “I thought this was basically dirt through here.”

“I don’t like it,” she said.  “The realtor didn’t mention it.”

“She probably didn’t know.”  The chisel slipped.  “Hey.”

“What?”

“It’s painted over.”

She blinked at him.  “Um, yes.  I know.  I was here?”

“No, I mean it’s painted over from the inside...”