Chapter 1: The Light in the Empty House
It was one thirty in the morning. The street was completely quiet. This kind of silence makes you notice every little sound.
A man walked down the road alone, glancing at his phone from time to time. He wasn’t looking for messages from anyone. It seemed to comfort him to have his phone in his hand. The man wore a whistle around his neck. It swung back and forth as he walked. After a while, he stopped.
Across the street was an old, worn-out house. Its windows were dark, and the house looked frightening. There was something unsettling about the house. The man stood there, staring at it for what felt like a long time.
He didn’t even notice he had been standing there for thirty minutes, just waiting for something to happen. Then a light turned on inside. The light wasn’t very bright, but the man couldn’t look away from it.
His vision began to blur, and he felt dizzy. It was as if the light was affecting his mind. When he finally walked away, he moved awkwardly, confused and shaken. The image of that light lingered in his thoughts.
As he walked away, the old house remained silent for a moment. Then the front door creaked open on its own. Before the man could turn around, something yanked him hard.
He was lifted off the ground and thrown toward the house, as if something inside was pulling him in. The man didn’t have time to scream or resist. He vanished into the darkness of the house.
The door slammed shut, returning everything to silence. The old gate outside opened and closed in the wind, as if nothing had happened to the man.
Author's thought: Welcome to my Novel. Every great mystery begins with something ordinary. Sometimes the smallest moment changes everything.
