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 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.
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The Hidden Door
I couldn’t ignore it. With shaking legs, I crept upstairs. His door was slightly open again, as if he wanted me to come in.
Inside, the apartment was dark, stripped bare. The half-packed suitcase was gone. The camera too.
But on the far wall, behind where a shelf had stood before, I saw something I’d never noticed: a door. Small, narrow, set into the floor.
A basement door.
The Descent
The air grew colder as I lifted the hatch. A faint draft carried the same metallic smell I’d noticed before. I hesitated, then climbed down the creaking wooden steps.
The basement was damp, silent until the beam of my phone’s flashlight swept across the walls.
They were covered in photos. Dozens of them.
Photos of Mira.
Photos of me.
Photos of every person who lived in this building.
Pinned, layered, catalogued.
The Final Photo
In the center of the wall was one last photo. Fresh. Too fresh.
It was me. Standing in the storage room. Holding Mira’s note.
I spun around, heart in my throat.
Somewhere in the darkness of the basement, I heard a whisper:
“You shouldn’t be here.”
[TO BE CONTINUED…]
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