"Dear girl, I know that if you read this, I am dead. Burned, if my predictions are correct. I'm sorry for that. Death, rarely accepts a bargain for more time, and oh, so much time was needed to prepare you. Still, this old woman had a few powerful trick down her sleeve and used them all to be...here.
Before we continue, please lock that door and make a fire, I'm cold."
As she read the sentence the door snapped and a gush of wind swirled around her. She shuddered and kept her eyes fixated on the page. WHAT was going on?
An ink dot was blinking restless and as she stare at it it began birthing letters:
"DOOR!!".
She jumped out of the bed [ razvanelul 3 ]