The boss sat in his wooden chair, phone clutched tightly in his hands, his face flushed with tension. Every passing second felt like a punishment. He was waiting for a call from one of his gang members, and every sound in the room made him jump.
Meanwhile, Nazly was racing down the road in the boss's car, far from the bar, far from anything familiar. Her destination was her grandfather's cabin in a remote village, where no one would recognize her. Upon arrival, she found him gathering firewood in the freezing night. She didn't hesitate—she hugged him tightly, fear and relief warring inside her. She set down her bag, heavy with money and the stolen book, and sank onto a chair, struggling to catch her breath.
The boss will kill me if he finds me…she whispered, her eyes shining with fear.
Her grandfather hesitated, but his experience and old connections forced him to think quickly.
You've made a grave mistake… why did you do this?
Yes, I was wrong… but if you don't help me, they'll kill me!
A tense silence. Then, finally, he decided to help but with a stern condition: First, you must change the car's appearance and license plate.
Nazly collapsed to her knees before him, ready to do whatever he asked. He called an old friend, who immediately agreed to prepare a forged passport, ID card, and new license plate. He took the car with him, leaving Nazly alone in the cabin, her eyes glued to the door, anxiety gnawing at her chest. Perhaps the boss is already on his way…
Suddenly, she remembered the stolen book and pulled it out carefully. She glanced at the warning on the cover and smiled wryly. Seems this fool really loves his mysterious novels…
She opened the first page, reading without much attention… until the letters began to twist and writhe before her eyes.
A chill ran up her spine, and the cabin's light went out entirely. A deadly silence fell. Then a voice whispered in her ear: You are now in hell.
In that moment, she realized the book was no ordinary book. It was a gateway to a dark world, full of secrets, demons, and powers beyond imagination. Every page pushed her closer to madness… and to facing her destiny. nazly suddenly jumped from her seat, her entire body trembling. She turned her head to the right and left, searching the small cabin with anxious eyes, trying to find the source of the whisper she had felt brush against her ear moments ago. The place was still… silent… as if even the air had stopped moving.
Slowly, she placed the book on the old couch and walked cautiously toward the cabin door. She opened it slightly.
Outside, the darkness was overwhelming.
The night swallowed everything, and the distant howls of wolves echoed through the forest surrounding the cabin, like calls coming from another world.
Nazly stood at the threshold, staring into the blackness.
Then suddenly… she heard a sound.
A man's voice.
He was sitting beneath an old tree not far from the cabin. In his hand he held an ancient lantern whose dim light flickered with the wind, casting strange shadows across his face. He wore a long, worn-out robe, and his long hair fell loosely over his shoulders.
Nazly froze in place, staring at him silently.
The man seemed to sense her gaze.
Slowly… he raised his head and turned toward her.
Their eyes met.
His look was strange… cold… and deep in a way that planted fear in the heart without explanation.
A shiver ran through Nazly's body.
Then something unexpected happened.
The man stood up and began walking toward her.
His steps were fast… unnaturally fast.
In the blink of an eye—like lightning cutting through the night—he was suddenly standing right in front of her, even though he had been several meters away just seconds before.
Nazly gasped in fear.
She stepped back and said with a trembling voice,
Who are you?
The man looked at her calmly and asked,
Is your grandfather here?
She quickly shook her head.
No… Who are you? What do you want?
A faint smile appeared on his face, one that carried no warmth.
Then he said quietly,
Did he prepare the forged papers for you? He's coming now.
Nazly's eyes widened in shock.
What? How do you know that?
Instead of answering, the man slowly raised his hand and stretched it out in front of him.
Suddenly, the air split open like the surface of disturbed water.
A small portal appeared—like a window made of starlight—glowing with a mysterious blue shimmer.
Inside that portal… a clear scene appeared.
A man driving a car along a dark mountain road.
Nazly recognized him instantly.
She whispered in disbelief,
That… that's my grandfather!
The man nodded calmly.
Yes.
Then he added while watching her carefully,
But… he will not reach you.
Nazly's face froze.
He said coldly,
Look at him carefully. In a few moments he will be involved in a tragic accident… and he will die.
Nazly screamed, stepping backward,
Who are you?! What do you want from me? Stay away from me!
She rushed inside the cabin and slammed the door shut, locking it tightly. Her back pressed against the wood as she tried to catch her breath.
Her heart was pounding violently.
Slowly, she turned around…
And the blood froze in her veins.
The man… was sitting calmly on the couch inside the cabin.
As if he had never moved.
He said quietly,
Unfortunately… your grandfather has died.
Nazly screamed in terror.
How did you get in here, you bastard?!
He slowly stood and walked toward her.
His steps were quiet… yet heavy, as if they crushed the ground beneath him.
Soon he was standing very close to her.
He leaned slightly toward her…
And whispered into her ear in a voice as cold as ice:
"You have opened a door from hell."
In the next moment…
He vanished.
As if he had never existed.
Nazly trembled and began searching the cabin frantically.
Behind the table.
Under the bed.
Behind the door.
But no one was there.
The night passed slowly… painfully… filled with terror.
Nazly did not sleep for a single moment.
She sat by the window all night long, staring at the dirt road leading to the cabin, waiting for her grandfather to arrive.
She clung desperately to hope.
Maybe the man had been insane…
Maybe everything had been nothing but a nightmare.
At dawn…
There was a knock on the door.
Nazly stood up quickly and ran to open it.
Two police officers were standing outside the cabin.
Their faces were heavy and silent.
One of them was holding an old bag and a few personal belongings.
Nazly asked nervously,
What happened? Where is my grandfather?
The officer looked at her for a moment before speaking softly,
I'm sorry to tell you… your grandfather died in a terrible car accident last night.
The words struck her heart like lightning.
Nazly began crying and screaming,
Grandpa… Grandpa!
But suddenly…
Her voice stopped.
Her eyes slowly widened.
She lifted her head and looked toward the distant road in front of the cabin.
A man was walking slowly toward her through the morning mist.
His steps were familiar…
His figure was familiar…
Nazly whispered with a trembling voice,
Grandpa…?
Her grandfather was approaching the cabin…
As if he had returned from the dead.