In a quiet, cozy house the Girl spends her days reading a book that she found in the ancient wooden box that no one else dare touch. Each night she turned the pages, strange things begin to happen. Even she felt like her shadows started to move and the air become dense. Her rooms filled with the whispers of wind, even though she thinks that it's just her imagination due to the book that she just read an hour ago.
While she again started to continue reading, at the time her cupboard started moved in response to the strange outburst, objects around the room seemed to shift on their own, falling and scattering as if an unseen force had intervened. She started to feel a growing sense of unease, her body frozen in place as a chill ran down her spine. Fear gripped her, making the idea of moving from one room to another seem almost impossible, as though something unseen was watching, waiting for her to make a move.
In a desperate attempt to feel safer, she switched on the light, but it flickered erratically, flashing like a disco bulb, heightening her sense of panic. Trembling, she closed the book, placing it on the table, then wrapped herself tightly in a thick blanket. The weight of the fabric made it hard to breathe, yet she felt unable to remove it, as if it might shield her from whatever was lurking in the dark.
Her mind raced with dark thoughts that seemed to surface on their own, whispering, "You are doomed. No one else can save you. This is your last day as a human." The weight of those words crushed her, and for a moment, she wondered why she had been so fixated on reading a book in a time like this. But exhaustion finally overtook her, and despite the terror that gripped her, she fell into a restless sleep, the blanket still clinging to her as if it held her in a fragile cocoon.
As the blinking light flickered above her, the fan remained still, offering no relief from the heat. Sweat soaked through the thick blanket she had wrapped around herself, its weight pressing down on her, trapping her in a suffocating panic. The remnants of the earlier incident replayed in her mind, intensifying her anxiety, but the overwhelming heat and fear kept her frozen, unable to move or think clearly.Frustration built up inside her as she realized there was no one to call for help—no maintenance to fix the light, no family to offer comfort. She felt utterly alone in the stillness of the night. Trapped in her own fear and discomfort, she lay motionless, as if paralyzed, unable to escape the suffocating silence and the heaviness of the blanket. Hours passed, and she remained in that same position, like a statue, waiting for the night to end.
As the night stretched on, a deep realization settled in—this was no ordinary book she could casually read at will. The strange events, the unsettling thoughts, all pointed to something far darker. Grateful for the warning it had given her, she quietly whispered thanks to the book for sparing her. With newfound resolve, she carefully placed the book aside, never to touch it again. The next morning, she took it to the monastery, hoping its ancient walls could contain whatever dark power it held, ensuring her safety and others' in the future.
End.....
