The rain was coming down in sheets, the thunder and lightning crashing around them. Five young people, all of them in their late teens, were huddled together in the doorway of an old abandoned house.
A few minutes earlier, those five young people had been walking for hours. They had been walking from the neighboring small town. Their feet aching and they are so tired.
They didn't know how far to their destination. For some reason, they didn't find a single vehicle, so they had to walk.
They had been searching for shelter, but the night was quickly approaching and they had yet to find a place to rest. The situation was exacerbated by the sudden downpour that had started twenty minutes earlier.
The house was old and decrepit. Its windows boarded up and its walls covered in ivy. It seemed like no one had lived there for years. The five of them were soaked to the bone. Their clothes sticking to their skin and their hair plastered to their faces.
One of them ventured to knock on the door. No answer. When he tried to open the door, he was surprised to find the front door unlocked.
"What are we going to do?" one of them, a girl with long and brown hair, asked. Her voice trembling with fear. Even though she was the youngest, her body was very tall.
"We can't stay here," another person, a young man with a bald head, said. "It's too dangerous."
"I agree." Another youth, who was wearing a very strange hat, nodded rapidly. His face was like someone who was so scared. "Let's get out of here as soon as this bad weather subsides." He was wearing clothes that were so bright.
"Where do you want to go?" The other boy, who looked the smartest of them, shook his head vigorously. "This place is far from anywhere. I don't know how much further we can walk. The most logical thing is to find a place to spend the night. Tomorrow, we will continue our journey." He took off his glasses. Just like the rest of her body, it was also wet.
Just then, a loud crash of thunder shook the house, and the five of them jumped in surprise. They looked around nervously, expecting something terrible to happen. But nothing did.
"Let's go inside!" The young man, who looked the smartest, suggested. "At least we'll be out of the rain. Standing outside like this, there's a good chance we'll all get sick tomorrow." He tried hard to convince his friends. His body was short, but he had such a firm determination. In everything he did, he was the most unyielding.
The others nodded in agreement. Their friend's words did make sense. Without wasting any more time, they all stepped inside the house. It was dark and musty, but it was dry, and that was all that mattered. The room they were in looked quite spacious. They huddled together in the corner of the room, trying to stay warm.
"This place looks like it hasn't been used in years," said the tall girl with long brown hair. She looked around them with a face full of worry.
"It's perfect," said the short boy with glasses. "As I said earlier, we can stay here for the night and be on our way in the morning."
For the second time, the others nodded in agreement and began to explore the house. They found a few blankets in one of the rooms, which they decided to use those things to make themselves comfortable for the night.
"Let's get a rest now," said the bespectacled youth.
However, it turned out that they could not rest yet. Suddenly, there was a sound that sounded like a heavy object falling to the floor. The five of them looked at each other.
"Are there other people besides us?" A short-haired girl immediately stood up. She was a silent person. Previously, she had just been quiet, not saying anything. Indeed, from the start, the girl just followed what her friends decided.
"I'll be there to check," said the bald-headed youth. Immediately, he stepped towards the source of the sound.
"Wait a minute!" Right away, the bespectacled youth stopped his friend's movement. "We have to stick together. We shouldn't split up."
The five of them together headed in the direction they guessed was where the sound had come from. It was a room a little farther back in the house.
The door to the room was unlocked. They could easily get in. The room appears to be a shed room. There's a lot of stuff in it.
Suddenly, the girl with short hair noticed something strange in the corner of the room. It was a chest made of old wood and covered with dust. The five of them gathered around it curiously, wondering what could be inside. One of them, a bald-headed youth, reached out and opened it, revealing a pile of books inside.
"What are these?" the girl with long hair asked, picking up one book and scrutinizing it. It was an old leather-bound book with strange symbols on its cover. The others picked up some of the other books and began to look through them as well. The letters written in the books were rather difficult for them to read. It's an ancient font that people hardly ever use.
They carried the crate into the room at the front, where they had originally intended to rest.
"These are weird," the girl with short hair said, her voice filled with amazement. "Where did they come from?"
The young man with the unique hat shrugged, not knowing what to say. Among them, he was indeed the most ignorant. At least that was what the people around him said.
The five young people looked at each other for a moment before one of them spoke up again.
"Let's read them," the bespectacled youth said with a mischievous grin on his face. "Maybe we'll find out what's going on."
Just like before, the others nodded in agreement. The bespectacled young man always took the initiative as the leader among them. So far, his friends had followed most of the things he said.
They all settled down on the floor to read the books together. There were six books there. Each of them took a book. There was still a book left in the chest.
The rain was coming down in sheets, the thunder and lightning crashing around them. Five young people, all of them in their late teens, were huddled together in the doorway of an old abandoned house.
A few minutes earlier, those five young people had been walking for hours. They had been walking from the neighboring small town. Their feet aching and they are so tired.
They didn't know how far to their destination. For some reason, they didn't find a single vehicle, so they had to walk.
They had been searching for shelter, but the night was quickly approaching and they had yet to find a place to rest. The situation was exacerbated by the sudden downpour that had started twenty minutes earlier.
The house was old and decrepit. Its windows boarded up and its walls covered in ivy. It seemed like no one had lived there for years. The five of them were soaked to the bone. Their clothes sticking to their skin and their hair plastered to their faces.
One of them ventured to knock on the door. No answer. When he tried to open the door, he was surprised to find the front door unlocked.
"What are we going to do?" one of them, a girl with long and brown hair, asked. Her voice trembling with fear. Even though she was the youngest, her body was very tall.
"We can't stay here," another person, a young man with a bald head, said. "It's too dangerous."
"I agree." Another youth, who was wearing a very strange hat, nodded rapidly. His face was like someone who was so scared. "Let's get out of here as soon as this bad weather subsides." He was wearing clothes that were so bright.
"Where do you want to go?" The other boy, who looked the smartest of them, shook his head vigorously. "This place is far from anywhere. I don't know how much further we can walk. The most logical thing is to find a place to spend the night. Tomorrow, we will continue our journey." He took off his glasses. Just like the rest of her body, it was also wet.
Just then, a loud crash of thunder shook the house, and the five of them jumped in surprise. They looked around nervously, expecting something terrible to happen. But nothing did.
"Let's go inside!" The young man, who looked the smartest, suggested. "At least we'll be out of the rain. Standing outside like this, there's a good chance we'll all get sick tomorrow." He tried hard to convince his friends. His body was short, but he had such a firm determination. In everything he did, he was the most unyielding.
The others nodded in agreement. Their friend's words did make sense. Without wasting any more time, they all stepped inside the house. It was dark and musty, but it was dry, and that was all that mattered. The room they were in looked quite spacious. They huddled together in the corner of the room, trying to stay warm.
"This place looks like it hasn't been used in years," said the tall girl with long brown hair. She looked around them with a face full of worry.
"It's perfect," said the short boy with glasses. "As I said earlier, we can stay here for the night and be on our way in the morning."
For the second time, the others nodded in agreement and began to explore the house. They found a few blankets in one of the rooms, which they decided to use those things to make themselves comfortable for the night.
"Let's get a rest now," said the bespectacled youth.
However, it turned out that they could not rest yet. Suddenly, there was a sound that sounded like a heavy object falling to the floor. The five of them looked at each other.
"Are there other people besides us?" A short-haired girl immediately stood up. She was a silent person. Previously, she had just been quiet, not saying anything. Indeed, from the start, the girl just followed what her friends decided.
"I'll be there to check," said the bald-headed youth. Immediately, he stepped towards the source of the sound.
"Wait a minute!" Right away, the bespectacled youth stopped his friend's movement. "We have to stick together. We shouldn't split up."
The five of them together headed in the direction they guessed was where the sound had come from. It was a room a little farther back in the house.
The door to the room was unlocked. They could easily get in. The room appears to be a shed room. There's a lot of stuff in it.
Suddenly, the girl with short hair noticed something strange in the corner of the room. It was a chest made of old wood and covered with dust. The five of them gathered around it curiously, wondering what could be inside. One of them, a bald-headed youth, reached out and opened it, revealing a pile of books inside.
"What are these?" the girl with long hair asked, picking up one book and scrutinizing it. It was an old leather-bound book with strange symbols on its cover. The others picked up some of the other books and began to look through them as well. The letters written in the books were rather difficult for them to read. It's an ancient font that people hardly ever use.
They carried the crate into the room at the front, where they had originally intended to rest.
"These are weird," the girl with short hair said, her voice filled with amazement. "Where did they come from?"
The young man with the unique hat shrugged, not knowing what to say. Among them, he was indeed the most ignorant. At least that was what the people around him said.
The five young people looked at each other for a moment before one of them spoke up again.
"Let's read them," the bespectacled youth said with a mischievous grin on his face. "Maybe we'll find out what's going on."
Just like before, the others nodded in agreement. The bespectacled young man always took the initiative as the leader among them. So far, his friends had followed most of the things he said.
They all settled down on the floor to read the books together. There were six books there. Each of them took a book. There was still a book left in the chest.
