As she walked along the path, she sang a tune from a
song she heard on the radio:
“Hey, soul sister
Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
Hey, soul sister.”
Melissa walked east from the patio towards the old
oak tree and spotted a white rabbit sniffing along the wall’s bottom edge. She
paused and gazed intently. Her brow furrowed, and a perplex look crossed her
face. When she moved nearer to the rabbit, it glanced up at her and began to
dig wildly, as if trying to burrow beneath the wall. “What is it doing and how
did it get into the yard?" she mused.
“Hey little fellow, what are you doing here? Where
did you come from?” The rabbit stopped and stared at her. Its nose twitched,
and the rabbit went back to digging, determined to get to the other side.
Melissa scratched her head. “You must be one of the neighbor’s pets. How
curious,” she said. As she inspected the wall, she noticed a door
obscured by vines.
"Where did
this door come from? I never noticed it before." The rabbit froze, its black eyes looked up at her. She
leaned in closer and started pulling the vines off the door and uncovering it.
Her hands ended up with a few scratches, but what
she found was amazing. Her eyes widened; her mouth dropped. “Wow, this door
looks ancient,” she exclaimed and touched the door. An unsettling realization
washed over her as she beheld the indiscernible writing etched across the upper
edge.
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