Prince of Darkness 5
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READ PART 4Finally, I reached the first floor. Well, it was such a big house, even on this floor, there were, maybe, four rooms.
I opened the first door, closest to the stairs, and entered it. Hopefully, it was not dark in there. This room also had a window.
So, I turned back and moved to the next room. Empty.
The next room was kind of interesting. It was like a study room or something. A table, chair, and bookshelves. It was strange that the shelves still had a few books in them.
Well, not always you find an old house, totally abandoned, which still had some things in there.
I searched the shelves, and I found a fascinating book. It had a dark brown cover, perhaps, it was leather. So, I took it out. It was a little heavy. I opened it, and I got doomed.
The book was having pictures of ghosts or something. It seemed like it was a storybook. But, I'd never seen any storybook-like that. That was totally weird. That book was unbelievable. I checked it out. There was no name on it. Not even the author. So, I took it with me.
I moved out of the room, closed the door, and moved to the next room.
This was the last room. And even more daunting, darker, but at least it was not completely empty.
In the dark, I had a glimpse of a box or something. I moved closer to the book in my hand.
Yes, it was a box. I sat in front of it, pulled up the lid. But I couldn't see inside it.
It was so much dark there. So, I just put my hand inside it and shuffled to feel what's inside it.
"I wouldn't do that…if I were you…" I heard a voice.
"What? Who's there?" I asked in a frightened voice, "Who are you?"
No reply.
I just got my whole body thundering with Goosebumps. I never got this much frightened. I did nothing, just grabbed the book and started moving and then suddenly I heard Peter shouting.
He was shouting extremely loud in a terrified voice.
He must have got scared.
I rushed down the stairs. He was running out if the room, scared, damned, and crying. I never saw him scared like that. He rushed toward the main door. Tried to open it. But I couldn't. He pulled the handle and pushed, but nothing happened. But why? The door was fully functional when we entered the house.
He punched the door and even kicked it. But the door was as it was. I watched all the scene standing on the stairs. Then I rushed toward him.
"What happened? And why are you shouting and crying?" I asked, "What's the matter? Tell me!"
He turned towards me and said, "Someone's in there!" pointing toward a room, "And he tried to kill me!"
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