I never planned on uncovering secrets that could haunt me forever ♾️.
It all Started as an ordinary day at the old bookstore tucked in the forgotten corner of the city . The scent of ageing paper and faded ink filled the cramped space . I was searching for an inspiration , a story that could spark my writer's block .
Then I spotted it .
An worn leather bounded diary , it's edges cracked and pages yellow with time wedged beneath loose floorboards behind a shelf. The cover was unmarked except for a faint imprint of a symbol I couldn't decipher—something dark, almost sinister.
My heart raced as I pried it free. Dust swirled in the air, catching the thin daylight filtering through the grimy windows. The moment I opened it, the world outside seemed to fade away.
The handwriting was elegant, carefully penned. The first entry was chilling, dated exactly ten years ago.
"If you've found this, then the walls have ears, and the truth is far darker than you can imagine. I am not the man they say I am, yet I dwell in shadows where monsters live."
A name was signed beneath—the name that sent a cold wave through my veins. He was a legend in the darkest corners of the city, a man whispered about with fear and fascination.
And now, I was holding his story in my hands.
The question wasn't why the diary was hidden here. It was: what had the writer hoped to bury forever?
I didn't know yet that by reading these words, I had already taken the first step into a nightmare from which there might be no escape.