Hello Guys, if you haven't read the first part then you can read it by clicking this link 👉 https://cinescope129.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-three-words-part-3-notebook-returns.html Now let's move to the next part guys 😉 “Sometimes the scariest doors aren’t the ones you open, they’re the ones you never knew existed.” Adrian stood in the hallway, his smile sharp, deliberate. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, without a word, he turned and walked upstairs to his apartment. But something in that smile told me it wasn’t over. The Strange Sound Hours later, long after midnight, I couldn’t sleep. I sat clutching Mira’s notebook, rereading her frantic notes, when I heard it again scrape… scrape… Not from my storage room this time. From above. Adrian’s apartment. The sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor. https://www.profitableratecpm.com/mnd2hhyp?key=1ca08a3d1a558fe0f51048c3968660fb The Hidden Door I couldn’t ignore it. With shaking legs, I ...
Hello Guys, if you haven't read the last part then you can read it by clicking this link 👉👉https://cinescope129.blogspot.com/2025/08/the-three-words-part-2-room.html
Now let's move to the next part guys 😉
“When the knock came a second time, it wasn’t from inside my apartment—it was from the front door.”
I froze in the storage room, the paper still in my hands. He knows you’re alone. The words burned into me, louder than the footsteps I’d just heard.
The footsteps stopped. Then, a knock. Three sharp raps, this time from the hallway.
The Visitor
I crept to the door, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” I whispered.
No answer. Only silence, thick and pressing.
Against my better judgment, I opened it.
A stranger stood there. Not Adrian. Not Mira. A tall man in a grey coat, his face hidden under a hat. In his hand was something I recognized instantly, Mira’s missing notebook.
He didn’t say a word. Just held it out, almost forcing me to take it, before turning and walking away into the stairwell shadows.
The Missing Pages
I flipped open the notebook with shaking fingers. Mira’s handwriting covered the pages in hurried, uneven lines:
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Notes about Adrian’s late-night movements.
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Sketches of symbols scratched into the stairwell wall.
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A chilling entry dated two nights ago: “If anything happens to me, it won’t just be Adrian. Someone else is watching.”
But toward the back, several pages had been ripped out—cleanly, deliberately.
The Warning
As I studied the book, I realized something was tucked inside the back cover: a photo.
It was me. Taken from outside my bedroom window.
On the back, in Mira’s handwriting, was another note:
“Don’t stay here tonight.”
The Realization
I dropped the notebook, every nerve in my body on fire. Someone had been inside the apartment, watching, photographing, waiting.
And if Mira knew that… then maybe Adrian wasn’t the only one I shouldn’t trust.
From the hallway came the faint echo of a door slamming shut. I ran to the peephole.
Adrian was standing there. Smiling.
[TO BE CONTINUED…]
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