Something is Unknown

Chapter 4

Rose arrived home to find her mother, Emily, in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Eager to lend a hand, Rose joined her. They worked together, chatting as they cooked. After dinner, Rose retreated to her room, clutching a book she had just acquired from the library.

The book was substantial, bound in a pitch-black cover that had seen better days, its edges worn and frayed. There was no title on the cover, only the dark, faded fabric. Rose opened it, expecting the usual printed pages but was surprised to find the first page blank. She turned to the next page and saw a handwritten note identifying the author as Eiliyahhu. The ink was still visible, suggesting it had been penned recently. Intrigued, Rose began to read the handwritten story.

The tale was captivating and unique. It told of a magician who, driven by his own greed, transformed his son into a vampire. The son, equally consumed by greed, betrayed his father. To prevent his son from causing further chaos, the magician was forced to mummify him. Rose’s curiosity deepened as she read. The pages were filled with intricate details of magic, betrayal, and dark transformation. However, as she turned the pages, she discovered that some were missing, torn out. Frustration mounted as she pondered the missing pieces—she wondered about the fate of the vampire, whether there was a way to defeat him, or where he might be found.

Rose sighed, realizing that the book she had read previously, which was based on this story, must have been fictional. The original author had evidently been unable to resolve the narrative fully. She placed the book on her nightstand, her mind still occupied by the mystery. Eventually, her exhaustion overtook her, and she fell asleep, her thoughts swirling around the enigmatic book.

The next morning, a knock echoed through the house. Emily, humming cheerfully as she prepared breakfast, guessed who might be at the door. “Sia, could you answer the door for me?” she called out.

“Of course, Mom,” Sia replied, making her way to the hall. As she opened the door, she was met with the sight of her father, Watson, standing on the doorstep.

“Dad!” Sia exclaimed, rushing into his arms.

“How are you, my dear? I’ve missed you so much,” Watson said warmly, holding her close.

“I’ve missed you too!” Sia responded, her voice brimming with joy.

“Where’s your mother?” Watson inquired.

“Right here, Watson,” Emily said, approaching her husband with a smile.

Watson wrapped Emily in a heartfelt embrace. “I missed you too, dear.”

After a moment, Watson asked, “Where’s Rose?”

“I think she’s still asleep,” Sia said.

“Well, I’ll surprise her first. Then we can all have breakfast together,” Watson decided.

Emily and Sia nodded in agreement. Watson made his way upstairs to Rose’s room and knocked on the door.

“Rose?” he called out, but there was no reply. He knocked again, louder this time.

The door swung open, and Rose, still in her pajamas, leapt into her father’s arms. “Dad, you’re back! I missed you so much!” she exclaimed.

“I missed you too, sweetheart. Now, go get ready so we can have breakfast together,” Watson said, his voice full of warmth.

“Sure, Dad!” Rose replied, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.

While Rose prepared herself, Watson scanned her room and noticed the book on the nightstand. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling softly to himself. “No wonder she overslept—this book must be incredibly engrossing,” he thought, setting the book back on the nightstand before heading downstairs.

Rose soon joined her family at the breakfast table, where a hearty meal awaited them. The table was filled with lively conversation and laughter.

“I can’t believe how amusing that story was,” Watson said, his laughter echoing around the table.

“It’s true, Dad! Even though it had a humorous side, the book was so intriguing,” Rose replied, smiling.

Emily thought to herself, 'Like father, like daughter,' as she shared in the laughter.

The family’s shared love of stories and curiosity was evident. While they enjoyed their breakfast, a different kind of story was unfolding outside behind the house.

In the backyard, a team of four farmers was busy preparing the soil for planting strawberries. As they worked, one of the farmers, Trevor, struck something unusually hard with his shovel.

“Hey, I think I’ve hit a stone here,” Trevor said, examining the spot.

“Let’s clear it away. If we don’t, it might affect the planting,” suggested another farmer.

The team began digging more carefully, uncovering what seemed to be a wooden box rather than a stone. As they continued, they discovered the box was bound with a chain and secured with a padlock. A locket was attached to the chain.

“This looks like a coffin,” one of the farmers remarked, eyeing the box.

“Coffins aren’t usually like this. Besides, this box is chained and locked. We should inform Elijah and let him know,” Kristan said.

“But Elijah is in the city,” Sam pointed out.

Trevor, eager to see what was inside, began loosening the locket. He then used his shovel to break the lock. As he was about to open the box, Olive, who had been silent until now, spoke up.

“Wait, let’s contact the landowner. It’s better to get his permission before we open it.”

“You’re right. Let’s go,” Kristan agreed.

They walked to the front door and rang the bell. Watson answered the door, surprised to see the group of farmers.

“Hello, sir. Sorry to bother you, but we’ve found something unusual in the field,” Olive explained.

Watson, intrigued, listened closely as the farmers detailed their discovery.

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Looks like they found something, What do you think it is ?

Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out. Have a great day!