Emerging from the villa, I found myself in awe of the massive garden that stretched out before me. It was teeming with dense trees, resembling a mystical forest. Curiosity gripped me as I noticed a small, half-opened door leading to a basement on the other side. Annoyingly, the wind would swing it open and shut, producing an eerie creaking sound from the rusty hinges. Tilting my head inquisitively, I attempted to peer inside, but the darkness held its secrets tightly. With caution, I decided against entering and took a step backwards. It was then that I stumbled upon something, my foot entangled in an object. To my surprise, it was an old book with roughly fifty pages. How could I have missed it on my way here? Picking it up, I decided to take it home and explore its contents at a later time.
Just as I was about to retreat, my mother's voice broke the silence, calling out to me. "Sara, don't wander off. Your father and brother, Adam, have been burdened with heavy tasks and they're exhausted. Come back, my dear.
Whose old and dusty book is that?" she inquired, her gaze fixated on the book in my hands.
"It's mine," I replied. "I discovered it in the garden and intend to read it later." Intrigued, my mother skimmed through its weathered pages, stumbling upon a passage that contained a single word, "return." Muttering the word to herself, she pondered its significance before casually discarding the book and continuing with her chores.
As nightfall descended upon us, weary and drained, we retired to our respective rooms. However, fatigue grasped my mind, preventing sleep from claiming me. Lost in my thoughts, I contemplated the plans for the next day, which involved accompanying my father to the city to finalize our moving process and visiting the university where I pursued my studies.
Suddenly, a wave of curiosity surged within me, compelling me to peer outside the villa. Parting the curtains of my room, I caught a glimpse of an elusive figure passing by the window. Doubt clouded my mind, wondering if it were nothing more than a figment of my imagination. Deciding to dismiss it, I switched off the lights and settled back onto my bed. Yet, much to my surprise, a soft, rhythmic tapping resonated from the windowpane, capturing my attention...
YOU ARE READING
The Mysterious Book
Mystery / ThrillerAs the dusty, sun-drenched curtains sway gently in the breeze, Sara's heart skips a beat. It's not the excitement of moving into a new villa that causes her unease, but rather a lingering sense of discomfort that clings to the air. At first glance...
