Oh no. Oh no no no no no. This couldn’t be happening. That book. I can’t believe she found it. I thought it was buried well.
I looked at her.
“Elizabeth”, I said.
“Did you open this book? Did you?”
She looked at me, confused.
“Yes. But it was all in gibberish. See? Cumatinnalongittano –“
“Stop!” I yelled.
“Don’t ever read it out loud again.”
I was screaming now. She backed away, scared and worried.
“It could be something horrible!” I continued.
Now she was yelling back at me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” And she ran away.
But thing is, I did know what was talking about because I was the one who had written and buried that book.
Watch for the third part!